They came without vision

None questioned their skills

They took a big lead

Then promptly got killed

New England was battered

New England was bruised

Atlanta was lunching

And quickly got schooled

The halftime explicit

They blistered the walls

The bigger the lead

The harder they fall

Tom Brady's the gravy

In Belichick's cup

Coach built a big fire

And heated him up

There were some deep passes

Some dinks and some dunks

The hell of it is

It was done without Gronk

That tight end of legend

Who sat in the wings

While wily Tom Brady

Conducted the thing

It's all big in Texas

Including that game

The hype, the excitement

For Atlanta, the shame

We heard them complaining

We saw them give in

With Julio to lead them

They still couldn't win

But, there is good news

If it wasn't from chocking

And they stumble this fall

Then it must be bad coaching

In twenty-eighteen, we'll fire the staff

And bring in some retread

For minimum cash

He'll get the ball rolling

We'll win it, for sure

Or, ole Mr. Ryan

We'll be showing the door