I'm missing a couple of poems.... hang on
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Here is L'h'Islanders:
Yo - shall we fillet your codfish or hake,
May our PK survive when thy PP am rotten;
From Nelson a goal? Helly cannot partake,
Beauvillier’s game parts will be forgotten.
Isles name? From hence immortal salt shall flow,
Through Jets’ second line all the goals must fly:
Aye, the ice can provide us but a common goal,
But fishsticks entombed in men's eyes shall lie.
Parise’s creak’d joints shall be my gentle verse,
Clusterbuck’s game a-cheat and o'er-read,
Anders Lee will wipe out as if rehearsed
And Varly mouth-breathes sad words in his head;
Streaking Jets still shall live--such virtue hath my pen--
When PLD plays defence, fly agape the mouths of men.
... and here is the Devils
How quaint when the Devil doth spit and fight,
Knowing a better Jetted spirit hath stolen his game,
And in the chase up-ice spends all his might,
To end up stymied, baffled, downcast with shame.
And Helly resurrect the blocker side biz,
To humble the proudest shot Bratt doth bear,
Subban’s saucy slewfoots inferior far to yiz
Jets, let your forecheck game wilfully appear.
Lurch your breaks on PK will hold me up afloat,
Whilst we upon your cacophony of goals doth ride;
Put the torch to Daws, see him wreck'd, the worthless stoat,
He of tall ego and of goodly pride:
Then if we thrive and the Devils be cast away,
The best was the moment we broke these popinjays.
Hm... i failed
tricksey little bastard ha ha