EdJovanovski
#FreeRempe
Gallant hinted at a secret weapon, a trick up his sleeve,
Some thought maybe a napkin, so he wouldn’t have to use his tie as a hanker chief,
There was a player like Rudolph, the outcast who never got treated fair by team,
He’d get chewed off & couldn’t outlast the reign of terror of Gallant’s regime
If he wasn’t scratched, he was injured, or probably benched,
He’d never play Gallant ensured, angry face & fist clenched,
Then he got traded, to the Canucks of all teams,
But he never got jaded, and stuck to his dreams,
Being so close to the love of Ed,
Brought newfound confidence, maybe even went to his head,
But in the trade there was a secret clause, that very few knew
If the Rangers need him come playoffs, he would pull through
Game 7 OT
Devils way faster, are they cheating like Brodeur on his wife?
Panarin like Casper, Rangers holding on for dear life
Kane just got plastered, tension you could cut with a knife
Until from the rafters, a descension and a bright orb of light
Those dirty blond locs flutter & flow in the wind,
Skates cut through the ice like butter, you already know who it is,
None other than The Chosen One himself,
Leaves Schmidt frozen, as he backhands it top shelf;
Second coming of Krav, prophechy fulfilled, coincidentally by defeating the Devil himself.
Some thought maybe a napkin, so he wouldn’t have to use his tie as a hanker chief,
There was a player like Rudolph, the outcast who never got treated fair by team,
He’d get chewed off & couldn’t outlast the reign of terror of Gallant’s regime
If he wasn’t scratched, he was injured, or probably benched,
He’d never play Gallant ensured, angry face & fist clenched,
Then he got traded, to the Canucks of all teams,
But he never got jaded, and stuck to his dreams,
Being so close to the love of Ed,
Brought newfound confidence, maybe even went to his head,
But in the trade there was a secret clause, that very few knew
If the Rangers need him come playoffs, he would pull through
Game 7 OT
Devils way faster, are they cheating like Brodeur on his wife?
Panarin like Casper, Rangers holding on for dear life
Kane just got plastered, tension you could cut with a knife
Until from the rafters, a descension and a bright orb of light
Those dirty blond locs flutter & flow in the wind,
Skates cut through the ice like butter, you already know who it is,
None other than The Chosen One himself,
Leaves Schmidt frozen, as he backhands it top shelf;
Second coming of Krav, prophechy fulfilled, coincidentally by defeating the Devil himself.
