Bored at lunch, I had AI write me a poem of Texas' dominance over lil brother and aggy's inferiority complex. Enjoy!
"The Eyes of Texas Shine Brighter"
In Austin's heart where legends rise,
Where burnt orange blazes ‘neath endless skies,
The Longhorns stride with heads held high,
While Aggies mutter and wonder why.
From gridiron clash to classroom feat,
We set the pace—they feel defeat.
For every banner, ring, and chant,
They offer noise, but we enchant.
Their maroon dreams, forever chasing,
While our horns up are proudly blazing.
Each year they hope to tip the scale,
But hope’s a ship with tattered sail.
They build a yell from scripted cheer,
We build dynasties year to year.
They train cadets in marooned despair,
While Bevo watches with a monarch’s stare.
They call us haughty, call us proud—
We just prefer our cheers loud.
Their fight is fueled by wounded pride,
Ours by glory none can hide.
And oh, that complex deep within,
Where envy hides beneath their grin.
They chant our name more than their own—
Proof we live inside their zone.
So raise your Horns, let rivals stew,
The Forty Acres knows what's true:
From field to lab, from past to now,
The Aggies chase—while Longhorns wow.
"The Eyes of Texas Shine Brighter"
In Austin's heart where legends rise,
Where burnt orange blazes ‘neath endless skies,
The Longhorns stride with heads held high,
While Aggies mutter and wonder why.
From gridiron clash to classroom feat,
We set the pace—they feel defeat.
For every banner, ring, and chant,
They offer noise, but we enchant.
Their maroon dreams, forever chasing,
While our horns up are proudly blazing.
Each year they hope to tip the scale,
But hope’s a ship with tattered sail.
They build a yell from scripted cheer,
We build dynasties year to year.
They train cadets in marooned despair,
While Bevo watches with a monarch’s stare.
They call us haughty, call us proud—
We just prefer our cheers loud.
Their fight is fueled by wounded pride,
Ours by glory none can hide.
And oh, that complex deep within,
Where envy hides beneath their grin.
They chant our name more than their own—
Proof we live inside their zone.
So raise your Horns, let rivals stew,
The Forty Acres knows what's true:
From field to lab, from past to now,
The Aggies chase—while Longhorns wow.
