The words will flow
Though go man go
Will be yes needed
For me to win the day
And avoid the fate
Of the Bleu Blanc Rouge
Who once again fell
To the pesky bottom feeding Sens
As the Habs can hardly solve them
And they took it on the chin too
As they lost by four
And been outscored
In their last two games
By a terrible score
Of 10 to 3
And that's all I'm gonna say
About this wretched game
I'm glad I didn't watch
Though would happily watch
Yes all of their games
If I was the Poet Par Excellence
Of the Canadiens De Montreal
No that any team
Has a poet yeah
But the Habs are a class above
With their great good history
And if any team in all the league
Was deserving of a poet
It is the Habs
Which just so happens
To be the team for whom I cheer
But yes I know
That would never fly
Even though the cost
Of such an honour
Would be but low
Which is higher of course
Than any interest
For such an out there thought
Tick tick tick
I am sadly lacking
The quick quick quick
As the hours are rapidly passing
Though it's always the same constant speed
And barbering myself
Must fall by the wayside
As supper eh
That's on the menu
And lest I forget
I still but have to draw
The latest Peach Cover
So something will have to give
And it will have to be
The goodly harvest
As I left myself needing
Too much writing
In too little time
So it's looking like
Another one of those terrible days
Where both me and the Habs
Lose their respective days
Thankfully
Such a sad sad loss
Would not overly harm my drive