kanadalainen
A pint of dark matter, please.
Yo, what light through yonder Eastern rink breaks?
And yea verily, they say,
Uneasy lies the head that wrestles the bear, and yet -
We of the ‘Peg accept thy thrown gauntlet.
Aye; the Canadian media itself is typically quiet
And as such but whispers the spangled entrance of our wounded squad
Into Boston.
Now - to business.
Come, you playas:
Gauss, Kyle Effing, Fjallboy, JoeMoe, Doobs and Schuffles -
Let fester your typically offensive thoughts,
Pull the pink’d tutu and parasol off the tightroped Bruins before us,
And fill Ullmark’s helm to the toe top-full with the rubber
Aye, vulcanized rubber of direst cruelty!
Make thick my Steigl,
To stopper the access and passage to remorse,
That no compunctious visitings of Marchand-licked Pasta
Shake thy fell purpose, nor keep peace between
The effect and it!
Come, Bruins, to be ensnared in Jet’s humble embrace,
Let the bear be immolated well.
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