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05 Apr
05Apr

Another day's begun
And I am here to get the morning off
To a goodly start
So that I can be sure
Of harvesting my 300th field today

And if I can do me that
With little effort in the 2nd
Than that is what I'll do

So Alpha's had his first round of the day
And I'm still in the game
And hopeful that this is how I'll remain
Once Gamma and Kappa play

And then boom fell the hammer
As Gamma scored enough
To all but certainly win the game
With one amazing hand

But at least Kappa drew
Yes worse than me
And I'm tied in 2nd
With Alpha yeah
Though I have no idea
How I can possibly win
Without the kind of hand
That Gamma had
Which is stupidly rare

And just like that
Alpha took a great big step
Almost surely leaving me
In a distant 3rd
As the stupid word
Is feck
With Gamma following up
With another 90
To sit at 324

As for Kappa
He got back into the game himself
With another goodly score
That left me with little
So I can only lose
I cannot win
And it feels like lady luck
Is acting against me
And they'll all win
And multiple times
Before I can
As I'm the put upon man

Though for a moment
I ain't
Though I still can't win
At least I had myself a hand
And finished second
With one to go
And am out of last
But I'm gonna need
The kind of hand
That Gamma had in the 1st
Or I'll finish last I'm sure

And yeah I'm starting to get sour
With the game decided
That I can do anything but win
Because the fix is in

So though I didn't lose
I was lucky to finish 2nd
Because the has reckoned
That I've won enough
And everyone else
Has to win
Yes five or six times at least
Before I might be allowed
To stand tall and proud
For having finally won again

And I never acted
Like Gamma did
Whooping and hollering
I was just confident yeah
In my own good ability
To play the game
But it's still seen fit
To punish me hard
Like I did something wrong
And it has me down in the mouth
Wondering what I did
To be treated like this

Like Gamma's now won
Three of the last dang four
And Kappa the other two
What's wrong with me and Alpha
That we're suddenly unable to win
And Gamma can scarcely lose
Something ain't right about this

I've just counted
For the first good time
Of the whole good day
That is of course
And undiscovered city
Because it's not a country
As it won't be vastly different
Than any normal day
Hence calling it this
Instead of the other thing
Which sounds much cooler
And was my favourite
Of the original Trek films
Beating the Wrath
By just a little bit

And that good count
Admittedly quiet
Still has me set up right
For a goodly day
That should be one of win
As the demands of each good month
Is as heavy a weight
Upon my writer's shoulders
As but yes it is

So though I was only needing
4 straight days
Of three fields felled
Why not go for five
Since it's there for the taking
What with there being
No streaming tonight
By the comic book artist
And his writer wife
As it's Easter weekend
And they've surely earned the right
To not but work tonight

Now it goes without saying
That so have I
With 15 long fields
Already felled
As I have three whole days
To harvest the remaining three
Of the long good kind
But I know I have to keep on pressing
As today but need to be
The day of the 300th field felled


Q1


I wanted to stand tall today
And be able to say
That I had harvested
My 300th field
Which as you know
If you've been here
Yes long enough
That a goodly field
Is a thousand words

But speaking as a farmer
Harvesting fields
Sounds much better
Than me but mentioning
That's 700 words here
483 words there
And on and on

Though maybe that just means
I write too much
About how much writing
I'm doing
Which is partly based
On writing about that very thing

So writing about
The goodly adventures
Of Augustimus Noble: Time Travelling Pig
And PecheMar: The Body Peach
Would certainly help the cause
Help the cause
Of writing much
But it wouldn't be shared
Not immediately no
As both would be written to be
Proper comic series
Of a limited nature to be sure
But surely writ beyond
The first good draft
And not just released
Through my little site

Plus it's almost certainly
Yes gonna be
Written in prose
When the good hard aim
Of the fiddy year
Is to write in rhyme
Not to the exclusion
Of all but else
But it's been a minute
As they say
Since last I wrote
But anything other than

If only I could be inspired again
To write a little yes
About the covers of Peach
A once hypothetical comic
That I'm now inspired
To happily write about
Once I gave him a body

But it won't be quick at all
To get this cool little comic
Into your waiting hands
Because you'll suddenly want to read a comic
When you've never read one before
Or certainly in years

All of this to say
Or write in fact
I won't be standing tall today
With the goodly harvest
Of the 300th field
As that's too much yield
For how I'm feeling the flow
As the go man go
Is sorely lacking
So at best I can hope
For the harvest of two
And even that
Is gonna need some pushing hard
When poetically speaking
I'm just a wee bit tured
As I'm not a machine
So I can only win
So many days in a row
Before I take a loss

Though 4 and 1
When the 4 but already had me past
15 goodly fields
Felled but hard and fast
Which is what it was

But that was then and this is now
And I'm not feeling it today
Especially now
With one good eye
For which I'll need some time
For the eye to be right

And let me tell you this
Writing with one eye open
And the other closed
Ain't the least bit fun
As you can well imagine

So 8 little views
Spread out over
Multiple streams
And one lonely video
Ain't no good
But is it no
Not that I had to ask
Because I know it isn't
It was just a way
Of framing it for you
That helped in the writing
Of my latest verse

And I'd write more
Of that and other things
But as Augustimus acts
Like a cuckoo clock
Set on his own good time
Because wouldn't a cuckoo sing
At the oddest of whens
And not but on the hour
He just but sounded off
So it's time for me to go

Q3


This is where I stand
So you rightly understand
Why I have no reason
To feel guilty at all
About writing through
A losing day
Because I'm well on my way
To a winning week
And more but likely
Which could surely include
A goodly end tonight
As I can write
The needed words
To harvest the 300th field
Which is a great good yield
To have so early

It's 15 rows today
16 fields for the week
And 299 fields for the year
With a decent chance
To get the one I need
For three good hundy

And even if I don't
I'll get it tomorrow
For I've yet to have a day
Through the 95 there've been
Where I didn't harvest
At least a field
And frequently more

So I wanna be
The Poet Par Excellence
For the Bleu Blanc Rouge
Though I had to miss the first
Of this night's game
Against the Oilers
At home in Montreal
Where they haven't been playing
Especially well
For far too long
So I had no idea
How they'd played so far
But I was hopeful yes
Because they recently won
Three straight games
Which they hadn't done
Since all the way back
In the halycon month
Of quelle Janvier
Where their goodly play
Even saw them reach
The top good spot
In all the League's standings

Sure sure sure
It was for but a game
But that just went to show
That the Habs have somehing worth
Being excited for
Even though the results were poor
For too many weeks
They remain amongst
The North's top four
With a six point lead
On the flickering Flames
Whose playoffs hopes
Are slowly dimming

So I was immediately bummed
When I checked the score
And saw it was the Oilers up
By a last minute goal
By the other team
Which ever sucks
When it's early or late against
Because it leaves a taste in your mouth
That you wish to spit out

But it's sadly unspittable
As the score is set
And you have to gather yourself up
Playing all the harder
Because they got that goal
That sucks the most
Next to the losing one
Which goes without saying

Now hopefully
That wasn't that
Because that would doubly suck
As the last thing they need
Is a shutout loss
By a single goal
That was sadly scored
Oh so late in the first

And before you ask
Yes the Habs lost a pair
Of those shutout games
Both to teams from Alberta
A 2-0 dang to the Flames
And a 3-0 shoot
To these same Oilers
So it could happen again
Which takes the joy
Out of that three game streak
Which saw them beat
Three different teams
By a nifty score combined
Of 13 to 5
As our hopes came alive
For the winning drive
To secure our place
Amongst the North's top four

But if this lead holds
Or even worse
Is extended on
They go from failing to surging back
Right back to failing again
As the last dang time
They won three in row
The next dang ten
They lost themselves 4
With only of those being
A loser point game

Okay that doesn't sound as bad
As it could but be
If two of those wins
Are against the Flames
With pride but wanting
The other two against
The Leafs and Sens
With the loser point
not mattering much
Against but who they get it

And feck oh bother once more
The Oilers got a score
In the last dang minute
This time on the advantage
Which leaves me shaking my head
As the game is heavily pointed to
A second straight loss
At the worst of times
As they need to keep hot
And not worry about
The flickering Flames
Who have burned the Habs
The last three times they played
And used those games
To get real close
So the Habs are mighty lucky
That the Flames have had
Their own share of woes
Even with the new old coach
Being hired yes
Who just so happened
To have success
With the team before

Yeah if they lose tonight
They're back to being
Ice dang cold
And unable to set
A winning pattern
As a pair of streaks
Of the game kind
And a pair at two
With all the singles together
And the loser points
Ain't the kind of results
That anyone who roots for the Habs
Is surely hoping for

So at the second intermission
I'm not hopeful at all
And wouldn't be the least bit surprised
If the Habs were to fall
By the same dang score
They beat the Oilers by
Which is four against
Though I was thinking just three
The Oilers can certainly score a pair
In a single period

I mean so can the Habs of course
Even against the Oilers
But they clearly don't have it tonight
So I better write write write
And the write the needed more
I need for the win
So we don't both lose our days
Which thankfully is
An even rarer thing
Than us but winning both

Tick tick tick
Quick quick quick
That's how I've writ
In this good quarter
As I'm closing in
On a full field harvest
And it's not even nine
As I still but have to draw
The latest cover
To the Peach's hypothetical comic
Which remains a fact
Because he's only gonna get
Any comic book tales
In yes PecheMar: The Body Peach
And that won't be for awhile yet

Hold the phone
The Habs have scored
Thanks to the forward
The good Josh Anderson
Who netted his 14 of the season
And give us a little reason
For hope again
Though both those goals
Coming as they came
Are daggers low
And bleeding the hope
They're still but only
A goal away
From tying it up
And having a chance
To win it in the 3rd
Because harsh is the word
That would be said
If they can't win it in 50
Because 1 and 9
In those dang games
Ain't but likely to be
Improved upon

Holy holy holy
We got another past their goalie
By yet another forward
One Tomas Tatar
Who at the the age of 30
Is too old to be
A budding young star
But has had his seasons
Five in fact where he scored 20+ goals
Thrice for the Wings
And twice for the Habs
Which ain't half bad
Since in that deal
Which sent Pacioretty
To Golden Knights
Where Tatar had found himself mired
In a shortened season
Of 4 in 20
Also brought us
A star on the rise
In the goodly form
Of Nick Suzuki
A top two centreman
For years to come

Oh and a draft pick three
That happily became
Mats Norlinder
Who seems to have game
On the defensive side
Because he plays defence
Which is a goodly part
Of any winning run
To hoisting another Cup

Yeah don't listen to the haters
Who live to hate the Habs
And root against them
Saying stupid things
Like the Habs will never win again
Which is patently absurd
Because you don't hoist them up
For at least but one
For nine decades straight
Just because
Of blah blah blah
And yada yada yada

So it's just a matter of time to me
Before they hoist anew
And we have reason to dream
There will not be
A third sad decade
Without winning the Stanley Cup

And no I'm not planing a parade
And wearing Habs coloured classes
I'm using my eyes and brain
To rightly write the truth
The Habs will win again
It really is
Just a matter of time

So I'm headed for the win
Both but for the day
And the harvest eh
Of the 300th field
Which wasn't a yield
That I was certain I'd get tonight
Which begs the question
Can the Habs but join me
In the winner's circle
As it's currentl;y tied
And good Habs' pride
Has asserted itself
In an exicting 3rd
Which they have won
With the only trouble being
That it was the Oilers
Who won the first two

It's also the end of the period
So to overtime at least
Which has been a beast
That has mauled the Habs
On nine different occasions
And left us feeling
Yes oh dang shoot
We're gonna lose again
Just not knowing when
Be it in o dang t
Or most goals scored

All I know for certain
Is it will be quick
As this one ain't going all the way
To scorer on goalie

Unless it does
Because the period's dragging on
And that can only be
In favour of the Oilers
Though past but sixty
Is sadly in favour
Of any team
Who plays the Habs this season

So cutting to the end
I'll tell you this night
Didn't end right
For the Bleu Blanc Rouge
As the Oilers scored
Even though it was the Habs
Who had the chances and shots
Past sixty this season
Is all the reason
We need for being peeved

Well I'm only too happy
To be totally wrong
Because the newest Hab
Just scored the winning goal
As Eric Dang Staal
Just got us the victory
As the Habs survived
Two last minute goals
To end the 1st and 2nd
Like he will be
A force to be reckoned with

And holy holy holy
Carey's the game wining goalie
But yet again
With his 359th win
Of his goodly career
With all his NHL games
For the Canadiens de Montreal
Though he hasn't helped us win it all
It's not because of him
It's been a team dang thing
No matter what
His vocal detractors
Would have you believe

So 8 points up
Ain't half bad
As they prevented the start of a slide
They surely looked
Like they were set to have
With a second straight loss
That could have easily been
By a shutout to shoot
With those two last minute goals
In the 1st and 2nd
Being a dagger
That could have spelled their demise tonight

But a win is a win a win
And with each one thus
They're closer to being in
Than being out
Even if the flickering Flames
Who are playing the Leafs right now
Should burn their way
To win of their own
They'll still be
Yes six points
Of just being tied
Which is a lot of ground to make up
When they've played four games more

Only this night had some bad
On the injury front
As the Habs little spark plug
Yeah that's Brendan Gallagher
Is gone for a time
And they're giving a look
At good Carey Price
The game winning goalie
Though we have
The Good Jake Allen
Who can be the wall we need
if there are any games
That Carey has to miss

As for me
I've not only won the day
And harvested all the way
Past the 300th field
Which is a goodly yield
For any time
Until the middle of April
But I'm gonna end the night
With a two field harvest
For the third good quarter
In the last dang seven

So I'm like hot
Which is a thought
That many women a woman
At least in Montreal
Would say oh no no
You're not that
Or we sense something else
That we don't like
Or we'll swipe no
Or say but nothing
If you like us
With the other who like me yes
Being exceptions to the rule
That don't hardly ever say hi
Which begs the question
Why am I there
When the reception is what it is

But if I give up there
I'm giving up everywhere
As far as women go
And I'm not yet ready
For such a decision
As asking in person
Is scary indeed

So the final hour's here
And I think I'm clear
Of the 2nd field felled
Which is surely good
Because of the goodly cover
That I need to draw
Thus if I have
Yes written enough
I won't write again
Until tomorrow eh


Q4




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