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washington Hate Week Poetry Corner!

Let us wax poetically about our hate for the huskies!

Theatregoers Enjoy The Sunshine During A Performance At The Globe Photo by Oli Scarff/Getty Images

Dear huskies,

I hate you.

How do I hate thee? Let me count the ways.

I hate thee from the end of my tail feathers to the tip of my bill. If you never existed, I’d hate you still.

Like a tech-worker fanboy, I hate from afar. I see your pass-tossers toss passes that would miss a parked car.

Your fans and your players and team full of Jakes, soon each will fall to the mighty man-drakes.

Oh, how you cry, and whimper, and moan! Whenever a rain falls over what you call home.

Though your dark, stinky city resembles a pit, you merely adopted the rain, we were born in it.

You love your trophies made of papier-mâché, patting your back with a “those were the days.”

But deep in your heart, and you know that it’s true, us Webfoots will always be better than you.