I would like to share a poem that my roommate wrote about the draft, I hope you all enjoy.

Chillin' in the Kiper cave, hangin' from the roof

watchin' college and the NFL, grindin' on his tooths

Before Bradford say a bad word, decision has no explanation

only hear from him once a year on the Entertainment Sports Nation

Don't make me laugh

the NFL draft

as told by Mel Kiper Jr.

if you want someone down

in the seventh round

Al Davis will pick him sooner

Changin' in the locker room, walking to your car

Kiper Jr. is watching you, he can't be very far

Todd McShay is right behind, he'll soon be just like Mel

if you make a bad pick or don't act quick for a player, they'll give you hell

Don't make me laugh

the NFL draft

as told by Mel Kiper Jr.

if you want someone down

in the seventh round

Al Davis will pick him sooner

For the rest of the year, Stuart Scott keeps him locked up in a cage

it's hard to hide from BOTH Scott's eyes and hence avoid his rage

Mel has no hair, just fins on his head, for Mel is from the sea

he crawled from the mire, gaze full of ire, and said the draft must be on TV