Early morning pre-poem
Sally forth, coelacanths great and small,
Invest in the belief of thine own good
Shall we make it now a dozen,
A Bakers' dozen?
Behold Nashville...
Fie on it - ' its hockey club an unweeded midwestern garden,
That grows to seed; things rank and gross in nature
Schuffles, KFC, Lardlet -
Possess Juuse merely.
Who'd have guessed upon our bejeweled record, as thus?
Weeks at or near the top — nay, not so much, can it be believed:
So excellent a season; that is, to this,
Hyperions and heroes all; so loving to their Jett''d fanbase,
That we might not be borne on the winds of heaven
And let us pummel the predated,
Lowry to deal their collective face too roughly.
Heaven and earth!