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Subject: A Hockey Poem...
Posted by: Puckprophet
- [27948520] Fri, Mar 15, 2002, 20:45
A HOCKEY POEM
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It was a 5-2 loss that started the bleeding;
A loss to Mats and his country of Sweden.
Next up, it's easy - but just a 3-2 win
By a bunch of young fellas from united Berlin.
They can't hit the net, they can't even pass it,
There's no chance in the world they're gonna beat Hasek.
It's the bloody big ice, it's a number of things,
They don't want it as much, they got their cup rings.
But a 3-3 tie, with a late goal you would like;
Scored by none other than Joe Nieuwendyk.
The one that they thought was too slow and too old,
Has not given up the quest for hockey gold.
Then things started changing, all for the best,
They beat Selanne and Finland, lets take on the rest.
Then Sweden was next, they'd better get loose.
But the Swedes were beaten by who... Belarus!
And then the ladies, from out of the blue,
Against the Americans, knew just what to do.
The Yanks "threw our flag on the floor" they were told,
So they captured our hearts and captured the gold.
Then suddenly the Great one, our hero of youth,
Told the hockey world the absolute truth.
He said they don't like us, they want us to lose,
We need to get meaner and inflict the odd bruise.
So a North American Final was set - us and the States;
This time they were ready, they laced up their skates.
This game was about skill, speed, and the odd chance,
It would not be decided by a dumb judge from France.
The yanks scored first, we sucked in our chest,
But our boys came out and they played their best.
Sakic, Lindros, Iginla, Lemeiux,
And Gold is ours... Canada, 5 Yanks, 2.
Despite the bad press and media opinions,
We danced in the street like crazed Palestinians.
From Victoria to St. John's we screamed and we shouted,
Like Don Cherry predicted, the Yanks... they were routed .
When we play hockey there is no English or French,
There is no division among us; it's just the guys on the bench.
They played the game for our Country, they played it true,
And on behalf of the Country I say 'thank you'.
For this game is now ours, there is no longer a debate
About the lack of finesse or the way that we skate.
This nation of Canada has gotta' lot of class,
But if you wanna' play hockey .. we'll kick your ass!
John Riche,
Newfoundland, Canada
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| 1 | Puckprophet
ID: 27948520
Wed, Mar 20, 2002, 09:41
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bunt
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| 2 | Puckprophet
ID: 27948520
Tue, Apr 02, 2002, 18:04
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last butt.. sign in if you read this gem , so i didn't post this in vain... [i like it]
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| 3 | The Grim Reaper
ID: 192432819
Tue, Apr 02, 2002, 19:40
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Puckprophet,
That was pretty good. I liked it.
Although I would have wrote bleeding as bleedin'. I know bleedin' is not a word but bleedin' rhymes better with Sweden. Either way, the poem was very good. Nice work!
The Grim Reaper
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| 4 | Puckprophet
ID: 27948520
Tue, Apr 02, 2002, 20:12
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it weren't my work ;
John Riche,
Newfoundland, Canada .
wrote that 'piece o gold' , and i want him properly acknowleged , with a stamp , or an air farce sketch..... Well Done Bye!....[hats off to the boys on the Rock] We're with ya ', we just can't unnerstand wut yer sayin!!...
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| 5 | kootro
ID: 82222617
Wed, Apr 03, 2002, 13:46
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its great
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| 6 | H.Hawks
ID: 56347416
Thu, Apr 04, 2002, 16:49
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I'm from the rock!!!
I'd also like to add that i think that poem is very witty.
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