kanadalainen
A pint of dark matter, please.
Full many a glorious games have I seen
Flatter the mountain-tops with icy sovereign eye,
Kissing Jets’ fans golden faces (the opposition green),
Gilding pale streams of goals with heavenly alchemy;
Anon - permit the basest Leafs to ride
With ugly rack upon the ‘Peg’s celestial face,
And from the Eastern conference (their rotting hides),
Stealing unseen to west to meet their disgrace:
Even so our players this fated night will shine
With all triumphant splendor led by fortuitous goals;
And Aye! Keefe will cuss out his team one more time;
Their failing D will cloud his fatt’d mask for me now.
Fly’s speed, Helly’s glove, Lardo’s shot no whit disdaineth;
Leafs of the world will fail when Jet’s sun regaineth.