Inspired by a recent nostalgia craze, I thought I'd ask for posts on hockey-related poetry/songs/idioms to relieve the longish wait for more action after this weekend and through the holidays.
Here is an admittedly pedestrian example with the hope that you all can find better (or mine or manufacture better ones)
Cheers!
There’s This That I Like About Hockey, My Lass
Adapted from verse by John Kiernan (to change gender reference)
There’s this that I like about hockey, my lass;
It’s a clattering, battering sport.
As popular pastime, it’s in its own class
For gals of the sturdier sort.
You step on the gas and you let in the clutch;
You start on a skate and come back on a crutch;
Your chance of surviving is really not much;
It’s something like storming a fort
There’s this I like about hockey, my dear
There’s nothing about it that’s tame
The whistle is blown and the players career;
They start in to mail and to maim.
There’s a dash at the goal and a crash on the ice;
The left wing goes down when you’ve swatted her twice;
And bruises are thick – all exacting a price
Just to play this rollicking game
There’s this that I like about hockey, my friend;
I think you’ll agree that I’m right;
Although you may need an occasional mend,
There’s always good fun in the fight.
So toss in the puck, for the players are set;
Sing ho! For the dash on the enemy net;
And ho! For the smash as the challenge is met;
And hey! For a glorious night!
Here is an admittedly pedestrian example with the hope that you all can find better (or mine or manufacture better ones)
Cheers!
There’s This That I Like About Hockey, My Lass
Adapted from verse by John Kiernan (to change gender reference)
There’s this that I like about hockey, my lass;
It’s a clattering, battering sport.
As popular pastime, it’s in its own class
For gals of the sturdier sort.
You step on the gas and you let in the clutch;
You start on a skate and come back on a crutch;
Your chance of surviving is really not much;
It’s something like storming a fort
There’s this I like about hockey, my dear
There’s nothing about it that’s tame
The whistle is blown and the players career;
They start in to mail and to maim.
There’s a dash at the goal and a crash on the ice;
The left wing goes down when you’ve swatted her twice;
And bruises are thick – all exacting a price
Just to play this rollicking game
There’s this that I like about hockey, my friend;
I think you’ll agree that I’m right;
Although you may need an occasional mend,
There’s always good fun in the fight.
So toss in the puck, for the players are set;
Sing ho! For the dash on the enemy net;
And ho! For the smash as the challenge is met;
And hey! For a glorious night!
