An Ode to a Fantasy Football Season Going Down the Toilet

I think that I shall never see,
A thing as lovely as week three,
When I beat my oppenent by twice his score,
And I thought to myself, "Why didn't I play more before?"

The weeks that I spent in first place,
Were the happiest for me of the race,
But now that I'm in place number four,
I find myself praying, "Lord, help Jacobs score!"

With only four weeks until playoff time,
I hope that my team can turn on a dime,
And remember how to score some fast,
So that I'm not left out on my ... butt.