Feck oh bother
The Habs but played
One night after
Another Wednesday loss
To the Division leading leafs
And it was yet another game
In which they fell behind
But early in the period
Though they came back quick
With a forward's goal
By Philip Danault
With his 4th of the season
Two more goals
Were scored against
And that was more than enough
As they only had
One more goal in them
As they just can't score
When playing in front
Of the good Jake Allen
As forward Paul Byron
Got them within one in the second
Before an empty netter
Ended the game
In favour of the Jets
And now they're struggling again
When for but a moment
A blink and you'll miss it time
They were seemingly set to keep their place
Amongst the North's top four
But now
With losses to the bottom feeding Sens
A win against the high flying Oilers
And back to back fails
Against the aforementioned
They're a loss away
From failing once more
Like it's their job
As for who they play
When next they do
It's these same Jets
Who have the Habs
But where they want them
More than the Habs
Have them alas
And just to deepen the looming fail
They got the Leafs on Monday
And the Flames on Wednesday and Thursday
Before the Sens once more
Which as good as the Habs can be
Could be a streak
That stretches to seven
And surely lets the Flames back in
If not ahead
Because the Flames aren't looking
Yes fully able
To lose seven damn straight
Hey look at us
We're home and cooled
But aren't we yes
As the Flames have cooled right off
And we have heated up
With four of five
To get to 8 ahead
Leaving the Flames for dead
As any threat but pose
By the Canucks but is
Between slim and none
With slim but half the way out
Of the goodly door
So if that should come to pass
As early as April 23rd
The Flames could well be fourth
With the Habs but fifth in the North
And not beyond the reach
Of either other
If they fail to seven long
As the season turns wrong
Once but more again
Now that is not to say
That this will come to pass
But they are without
A pair of their best
Their longtime goalie
And their little spark plug
As as well as the fact
That they have struggled
All season long
With the Leafs and the Jets
The Flames and the Sens
So I am fearing now
These next five games
In which they might well fall
All the way out
And end the season
In which they were built
For playoff battle
And failed to make it there
Am I being yes
A gnasher of teeth
I think not
As they are showing
In losing strings
How bad they can be
Though yes I have a history
Of gnashing them sigh
And right but now
It's only a matter of time
Before they fall but out
And end the season
But looking up at 4th
Maybe 5th
Also it was only the 2nd night
In all the season
In which both me and the Habs
But failed to win
Though I'm much better shape
To win my year
Than the Habs are theirs
Q1
I suffered my first April loss
One disappointing day ago
As the Habs and me
Both but took it on the chin
On the same dang day
For only the second time this year
Which is not a thing
That should happen
As my success
Is much but more
In my control
Than the fate of the Habs
Is in theirs
As I compete against myself and time
While they compete
Against whatever team they face
And their own faults
Now it's still in the 2nd
With time enough
For me to get my fingers
Dancing rapidly across the keys
As I slip into the flow
And go man go
With poetry swiftly forming
With little thought
But put into the words
As they appaear
By some kind of magic
Or poet's mind
Which some but find
As arrogant yes
But if it's true
Than is it that
I say they nay
So I'm rightly concerned
About taking back to back losses
Even though
I had myself
A goodly harvest
Of nine long rows
Which of course includes
The exclusive words
Over at Happs
My 3rd good home
Creatively speaking
On the goodly interwebz
And that's rightly earned
By how little I'll write
In these next two quarters
Because there's the little matter
Of needing sleep
Even though I'm feeling
The necessary wakefulness
To carry on
Deep into the night
I know that I won't write
Without interruption
As much as I would like it to be the case
Now it's not just the lack of writing
That I'll do here
That will leave me short
Of the desired harvest
Heading into the 4th
But the need to draw as well
As I have me a video to shoot
About the latest daily drawing
Which has been taken over
By the goodly Bauwd
And friends of course
Because what kind of character
Of upstanding nature
Doesn't have friends
Though I'm not yet certain
How long it will be
Before one of his friends appears
As I'm rather fond
Of the coolness of his look
And how but far
I can take him yes
So concerns aside
About how little I'll write
This goodly quarter
I'm already past
The harvest of a field
And I ain't even writ
A single word
Over at the aforementioned site
Where I'll only write
Until I can once more go
On the air again
Though that could be
For many a week alas
As though I'm busing my ass
With the writing and drawing
The desired results
Aren't coming along for the ride
Which hurts my pride
Skaggzz of course
Just doesn't care about amy
As his grinning countenance
Plainly shows
As his eyes but follow
With a creepy grin
As he has the hint of madness there
Wait but what
You're saying yes
Who the heck
Is Skaggzz of course
When you've never seen the name
In any of my writing
Which admittedly
Is a short and quiet ride
On the dreamer's tracks
Well he 's brand new today
And he's meant to be
A painful thorn
In the side of Bauwd
Who clearly has a set
Of at least two good powers
One being strength
And the other being flight
Now he wasn't fully formed
In my creative self
When I started to draw hims yes
So I could argue well
That I was right
To not draw him for
The Youtube exclusive
That is the goodly Bauwd
But I am in my head
Thinking this
I shoulda coulda woulda
So there's a tinge
Of tut tut tut
That's some bad form sir
Well that's my time
Or near enough
As I'm in the final minutes
Of yet another quarter
And I've still but gotta count on up
Before I go down
For what we all gotta do
So I'll be on my way
Happy with the harvest
But before I go
Did I just turn around
A useless idea
Into something cool
That could be used
On shirts and cards
And who but know
What the heck else
Because he suddenly has the spark
That he was missing
In that first little drawing
Only time will tell
But I have hope
Q2
I've written more than you will see
At least but here
As I wrote but more
Over yonder
At Happs.tv
Because I've gotta give
To them as well
And 118
As but ever
Is greater than 35
So how can you say thee nay
Not that you have
Or surely would
But given that they're getting
Some nifty little story work
You surely deserve
A thing of your own
Like an exclusive strip
For they have Strup Daily
Youtube has Bauwd
And you are currently lacking
A strip of your own
Or current tale
And that's not right
So let me wander off
And figure this out
Because you deserve your own good strip
Let me begin the night
As far as the writing goes
With the winning of the day
All but guaranteed
As I am within
Five good fields
Of sweet victory
And I have so much time
I could go away
Until the final hour
And still emerge
With the goodly win
Not that I will
Because I am distracted
By the goodly Happs
And am harvesting slowly
With the need to draw as well
Both for the daily yes
And the newest strip
That will be exclusive to here
Because it's the least of what you deserve
As for the story
It's about a ghost
Existing alone
On a darkened plain
Whose post life existence
Is about to change
All I have to do now
Is figure out the look
Of my little ghostie
Then figure out
What they're about to say
Which I do not count
As writing for the tally
Even though they are words
I just don't roll that way
For the goodly handful
That they will be
Q3
So I won't be writing much tonight
Just enough to winningest
As two good drawings
Maybe even three
Is gonna take some time to do
And it's day number two
So the 4th has time
To strike but back
And take the lead for the week
Which is still important to me
But just because to me it is
Doesn't mean it's to you
And if you were active eh
I'm sure you'd tell me when
I was writing too dang much
About writing yeah
Which I feel like I'm doing
And that's not good
Just like the counts I've counted
Yes two counts in
And I've only gone
And harvested two long rows
Though I'm closing in
On the winning of the day
I'm not doing it with any great speed
Or lovely of the words
As it's all mundane
Which you might complain
Is of no interest to you
Which I get
But it's a part of the journey
That you're on with me
At least I hope you are
Because it sometimes feels
Like I'm offering to the void
And I get hurt and annoyed
That this is the case
As often as it is
So I'm gonna go
And write for Happs
But it's been swell
And I hope to tell
A nice little tale
Of Tau the player
Who's likely not to like
The game he's about to play
As that's Pick Dang Three
Which is hard to win
But it's a little more writing
That doesn't involve
Writing about counts
Which is good to have and do
So good-bye to you
I hope you're doing well indeed
Q4