‘Tis now a very bitching time of night,
When Oils fans expludong and squirm,
And Pionk himself breathes out contagion to McJesus and Drai
While Smith’s game broils in hot glutinous mud,
Dubois will slam such bitter clap bombs and hit the net, no lies
Tippett will quake to look on.
Soft! Let’s hose these Coiler man-children —
Kyle effing Connor, and Kap, lose not thy nature;
Let not ever the souls of Heroes exit thy collective bosoms:
Jet D corps – you may be weirdly cruel, stingy, unnatural;
You will wreak havoc with their greasy breakout,
And screw up no zone exit;
Fly is a playoff gift providing overdue goals,
Aye let him feast and in this be hungry, —
Hell Boy will roar, flex,and Lurch, with Copp send it,
Jets give The Coil hope, never, my soul, consent.