Tuesday, April 21, 2009
WHOOOO! HOCKEY PLAYOFFS - ROUND 3!
What a wonderful sport! Men on skates with heavy padding whacking a piece of vulcanized rubber into a mesh netting for 60 minutes.
All to win a cup that you can’t drink out off without drowning yourself in beer.
I love it! In honor of hockey, I will recap an ode I made last year.
ODE TO A HOCKEY PUCK!
As I sat on my hungry buck, holding my duck called Chuck,
I said to Chuck, “Hey, duck! Look at that flying hockey puck!
It’s whizzing through the muck,
and I hope those players don’t get it stuck
in the windshield of my brother’s truck. Such bad luck!”
And with that I slapped my buck,
as we trotted home to the land of the Canucks.
I looked at Chuck and replied, “Sorry, duck.
Forgot to buy food; I am such a shmuck.
So of you, my unlucky duck, I must pluck.”
And I plucked my duck named Chuck
and into the pot I tucked my duck
before grabbing my horny man named Bruck
as we began to --------- sleep.