A poem I wrote in December...thought I'd share it,
Apr 10, 2004 12:51:00 GMT -5
Post by freebzy on Apr 10, 2004 12:51:00 GMT -5
ODE TO A LEAF FAN,
BREAK OUT THE BUBBLY, STRIKE UP THE BAND,
WE’VE GOT 13 OF 14 POINTS, THERE’S JOY IN LEAF LAND.
GET A GOOD SEAT, THERE BOUND NOT TO LAST,
ROOM ON THE DECEMBER BANDWAGON IS GOING REAL FAST.
IT’S GREAT TO BE IN FIRST, IT’S NICE TO BE HOT,
WHEN IT COUNTS IN THE SPRINGTIME, HOT YOU ARE NOT.
THE JOY IS SHORT LIVED, THE WARM FEELING IS DONE,
WHEN YOUR PLAYOFF SPOT COMES, THE TERM IS SHORT RUN.
SURE YOU MAY MAKE IT TO THE FINAL ROUND OF FOUR,
BUT YOU WILL LIE DOWN LIKE AND TAKE IT LIKE A TWENTY- DOLLAR WHORE.
GOLF SEASON COMES EARLY FOR BOYS DRESSED IN BLUE& WHITE,
SOMEONE SAYS PLAYOFFS, THEY PLAY WITH NO FIGHT.
A LESSON CAN BE LEARNED AND LEARNED BY US ALL,
IF A LEAF FAN WANTS TO SEE THE CUP, THEY MUST GO TO THE GREAT HALL.
THAT’S WHY THEY PUT IT THERE, TO HELP WITH THE SHAME.
IT’S LOCATED DOWNTOWN, THE HOCKEY HALL OF FAME.
IT’S THE END OF MY STORY, I HAVE NO MORE TO BARE,
COME THE STANLEY CUP FINALS, THE LEAFS WILL NOT BE THERE.
IF YOU DON’T BELIEVE IN GOD, YOU DON’T THINK THERE’S A HEAVEN,
YOU MIGHT WANT TO RETHINK THAT, AND THANK HIM FOR 1967.
BREAK OUT THE BUBBLY, STRIKE UP THE BAND,
WE’VE GOT 13 OF 14 POINTS, THERE’S JOY IN LEAF LAND.
GET A GOOD SEAT, THERE BOUND NOT TO LAST,
ROOM ON THE DECEMBER BANDWAGON IS GOING REAL FAST.
IT’S GREAT TO BE IN FIRST, IT’S NICE TO BE HOT,
WHEN IT COUNTS IN THE SPRINGTIME, HOT YOU ARE NOT.
THE JOY IS SHORT LIVED, THE WARM FEELING IS DONE,
WHEN YOUR PLAYOFF SPOT COMES, THE TERM IS SHORT RUN.
SURE YOU MAY MAKE IT TO THE FINAL ROUND OF FOUR,
BUT YOU WILL LIE DOWN LIKE AND TAKE IT LIKE A TWENTY- DOLLAR WHORE.
GOLF SEASON COMES EARLY FOR BOYS DRESSED IN BLUE& WHITE,
SOMEONE SAYS PLAYOFFS, THEY PLAY WITH NO FIGHT.
A LESSON CAN BE LEARNED AND LEARNED BY US ALL,
IF A LEAF FAN WANTS TO SEE THE CUP, THEY MUST GO TO THE GREAT HALL.
THAT’S WHY THEY PUT IT THERE, TO HELP WITH THE SHAME.
IT’S LOCATED DOWNTOWN, THE HOCKEY HALL OF FAME.
IT’S THE END OF MY STORY, I HAVE NO MORE TO BARE,
COME THE STANLEY CUP FINALS, THE LEAFS WILL NOT BE THERE.
IF YOU DON’T BELIEVE IN GOD, YOU DON’T THINK THERE’S A HEAVEN,
YOU MIGHT WANT TO RETHINK THAT, AND THANK HIM FOR 1967.
