The first good quarter
Is nearing its end
And I am closing in
On another winning week
As I've been hard but at the harvest
And as but such
I'll have it won
Before the first is over
As I stand but less than a row away
From the goodly harvest
Of 20 fields felled
For the 12th of 15 weeks
That stand but full
And this good mark
Gets me back
On the honour roll
One week after
I fell right off it
Though it goes without saying
That I'll have to win the next
To remain but where
I wish to stay
Which is on the roll of honour
I'm liking my chances
Bit one more time
Before I have to surrender yes
And be content
With something less
Than the honour roll
I only ever knew
In the earliest years
Of my post-secondary studies
But at least today
Starting now
Until a week from here
I'll be on the goodly roll of honour
And keeping my average high
With nothing less
Than I dare but say
Yes 80K
Because I'd need to fail but hard
On the writing end
In the last nine days
Following this here one
As this is April
With thirty days only
So I lose a day
I wouldn't have lost
In eight other months
But even still
There is some chance
That I could hundy up
For the second month straight
Which would be great
And help me achieve the goodly aim
Of writing a million words
This very year
Even through
A month or two
Perhaps even more
Where I'll not write as much
Though only time will tell the tale
Of success or fail In year Number 3
Of the Millionist's Era
What do I want to be
Well that's one easily answered
Happiness is my aim
Along with an order to the side
Of satisfaction
And that greatest happiness
Would come creatively
Though I'm nearing my ceiling
With my drawings yes
And I confess
I have questions of my own
On how good my prose but is
And it is prose that could carry me further
Than the poetry I write
Because it is the least regarded art
Which feels but quite correct
As for that poetry
That I have no misgivings on
It's quite honestly
The best of me
Creatively speaking
And if you don't like it
You don't like it
It's not because it's bad
Or the most common subject
Is boring as hell
And would never sell
So much as a nickel's worth
Or even the penny
When that but was
A minted currency
That's a different matter though
Because this I know
My verse is good
And relatable too
As the rhymes but fit together well
Like they must have been
Long but sweated over
Only they weren't
They come together
With much an ease
That would make you jealous
Though I'd advise you of course
Against being jealous of me
But my poet's mind
That's a horse of a different colour
That you have the right to be
Just a little jealous of
Especially when whole good verses
Stanzas if you will
Bob to the surface
Like they were delivered whole and ready
And just had to be saved
In whatever form
Because they like to come
When I am walking
From point a to b
Like look at me
Why am I not but there for you
When you're sitting down
Not that I mind
Because when I sit down
I can just have at thee
Poetically
And write write write
Like it ain't no thing
Even if
From time to time
The Petrie rhyme
Is about how much I've written
And how much I will
Before the quarterdayweekyear is over
To which I smile
A little sheepishly
Then some endlessly
Write the harvest size
Of this quarter to date
And tell you again
Other such details
That you never asked to know
And surely do not care about
But you also never asked to know me
Yet we entered each other's orbits
Or someone in yours
Shared my site with you
And here you are
Or were
As the sad little case
Of the Arbiter Of All Things Art
Showed with their brief and terrible time
As a member in goodly standing
Because I wrecked their very soul
Or something of the like
With apparent blah blah blah
As the depth of their reasoning
Was oh so shallow
It didn't even dampen the base
Of a blade of grass
Yeah that's more than enough time
And goodly words
But spent on them
And their toxic thinking
Because I am here to share
The goodness of my craft
And seek but not
To rhyme in anger
Though I surely can
And I can even point it at a person
And carve them up
I'd sooner write of other things
And I see you in the back
Saying how but much
I must love to write about me
The worst of heroes
With all the zeroes
But standing on the left
Instead of the right
Where they would be
If anyone cared
And you're not wrong
I like to write about
But am I not
Something of an everyman
Like am I not relatable
Though yes I do but like as well
To adventurize my verse
But the endings are ever ever a struggle
And I've so many tales
That hit the coma phase
Should I really try and add another
Why yes I should
Though better it would be
To finish them
Then take them through
To the the other side
So they could be offered up
To any interested readers
Which is probably a number
That climbs not high
Upon the ladder of interest
It would have to be twenty at least
Maybe twenty-five
I say with hope
That it's something more
But knowing yes
That might not be the case
And yeah I counted
For the first of two or three times
That I'll be counting this quarter
But I'll spare you eh
Those boring details
That no one's ever asked but for
Or said but give us more
Which is understandable of course
Because it's a thing
That matters most to me
And likely not at all to you
Outside maybe
You like how I've come up with
A better way to express it
As a size of harvest
Expressed as rows and fields
Thanks to being raised
In the quiet countryside
Even though it was never in my heart
It's still a part
Of what but shaped me yes
For good or ill
Though since you're here
Or at least signed up
For which I'm grateful
I'll say you think it's for the good
Or you'd probably be gone
Or have never come at all
So how's my journey going
The one towards that happiness
With an order to the side
Of satisfaction
Slowly to say the least
But it continues
For as long as I draw my breath
I'll be on this journey
And I hope to one day find a spot
At which I can stop
And build a little house
In which to live
Creatively and well
Yeah this is a house
Metaphorically speaking
As is the second
At happs.tv
And Instagram makes three
With poor little poor
My latest youtube channel
As I insert here
A shameless plug
Of October Lake
In a different font
To better draw the eye
And hopefully eyes in the plural
As that'd be nice indeed
Because they're just more parts of me
That I happen to share
But are any of these houses
Ever gonna be the house
Of that happiness sought
With the good side order
Of satisfaction
Yeah only time will tell
But what's it's saying right now
Is interrupted with laughter
But don't we all got shiite
With which to deal
We surely do
But if you are here
And reading of
Or looking at
A comment like
Hey what a read
Cool little drawing
Or reasoned critique
Yes even of the sort
Of I didn't like blank
Just tell me why
Like it was not symmetrical
Or just looked ugly
Give me a reason
Or several if that's the case
Not just blah blah
I'm inwardly small
And I just hate
Which is my judgement
On the Holy Arbiter
Of recent days
And with that
And my lengthy columns
Which gives me an idea
That formed an image in my head
That would surely make
For a terribly cool drawing
In the hands of an artist
So not but me
As I just draw
And write as well
Or weller eh
If I'm being honest
Though surely the poetry first
The drawing second
And the prose but third
I take my leave
Because I have a couple of other things to do
But I'll be back
Not with Arnie no
Just me and my rhyme
And as ever
Thanks for your time
Poor good Tau
I feel his pain
About losing the games
He's obliged to play
Because her has that need
Inside his head
And though he'd love to win instead
He loses lots
Like the Habs of late
Who aren't playing great
As there's been too many games
Where they got blowed out
Like when last they played
Against the third place Oilers
Which is but why
I didn't join the action
At the beginning of the first
But waited until some time had passed
As I was watching a video
About Speedy Gonzales
But when I joined the action
It was scoreless eh
And though but quiet
They were playing right enough
And lo and behold
Right but when
I was writing about their play of late
They went and scored a goal
The only one
Of the whole good period
Thanks to a stone cold forward
One Artturi Lehkonen
Who scored his 4th of the year
Which isn't much at all
But every goal counts
And this one has them up
Now can they keep on playing
Like how they played the first
With nothing worse
Than its goodly results
Of one goal for
And none against
Only time will tell
But fingers crossed
Though yes but truly eh
They'd have to match the efforts of the first
And hopefully the second
In a goodly third
Because the Oilers can win a game
In one stupid period
Just look to when
Yeah when last they played alas
And broke the Habs' spirits
In a terrible third
When the Habs had entered it with
A one goal lead
As it's perfectly clear
They need more than a goal
Like how about four
Is that too much to ask
Even three
Getting one or two
Just won't do
So Lehkonen scored
How about Danault and Byron
In a winning second
As the Habs but take it to the Oilers
And open up
A 3-0 lead
It's what they need
And then not to be done
They open the third
With a lightning quick goal
By Anderson or Toffoli
Just get it past the goalie
And give the Habs
All the goals they'll need tonight
Or so I hope
Oh durrh
Look how long it took me
To mention the best good thing
About the goal
That the Habs but scored
Was that it came
In the period's final minute
Though I do recall
When they played but recently
It was the Oilers twice
Who scored last minute goals
On the way to losing
Though it came in overtime
So that's no guarantee
That the Habs will be
Victorious tonight
And not just because
They're not playing well
But it's Wednesday yes
And that's the night this season
That's been their worst
As they've only won once
This stupid night
So all the more reason
To have passed on this game
But if I'm going to be
The Habs' Poet Par Excellence
And write about their seasons to come
I'll have to watch but all the games
Including the losses
That come to each and every team
Oh bother
The game is now tied
And Connor McDavid
Got the tying goal this time
Instead of the winner
That came in the third
So is this but when
The Oilers take it away
And blow the Habs out
Well
Only time will tell
As the Habs replied right back
11 seconds later
Thanks to another forward
The good Josh Anderson
With his 16th of the season
Before they'd even announced
The Oiler's tying goal
So they got a pair now
But that ain't enough
Not with McDavid
Having seemingly solved the net
That they'd managed to get
Yes over him
For most of their games
And seeing as they've had some nights
Where they've scored more in a single game
Than for three or more
Why not do that tonight
And make it an easy game
Of 5 to 2
How about that
Because lest you forget
Though how but could you
The Flames are only 6 points behind
And they've all but totally owned you
This frustrating season
Of too many downs
And not enough ups
When guess who you play but next
Those very same Flames
So get a win now
Because you won the first
And none but since
And at least a win tonight
Gets you up by 8
So the seeming certainty
Of three straight losses
Still leaves you up by two
Instead of tied
Though given who they play
Straight away after
Those high scoring Leafs
It's not looking good
For the Bleu Blanc Rouge
Even if they win tonight
And it gets no better
As they play the Jets
To end the month
And though they've had two great games
Against them yes
They've had too many end wrong
And if they're playing them
After a four game slide
That's a slide indeed
That's likely to continue
So god forbid
They don't host them Jets
After losing seven terrible games
In a stupid bloody row
Though I somehow forgot
That their last win
Actually came against the Flames
So I happily correct myself
In that they only lost
4 hard straight
And hopefully
Aren't about to start
Another string of losing games
When they can least afford it
Given how close they are
To the end of the season
Where we've had more reason
To be shaking our heads
About their play
Than to hold our hands up
For high good fives
So there's a pause in the play
So this I'll say
I just counted again
And damn if I ain't
But happily headed for
A good four fielder
Which is just what I need
Given how the available time
Could change for the less
In the coming weeks
Or even months
But enough of me
It's go Habs go
Get a second goal
In the second period
Which for a time at least
Was your very best period
Though that might have changed
For all I know
Because I ain't keeping up
On those little details
Tick tick tick
Time is ticking down
On a goodly second
That we hope can end
With the Habs but up
By one fer sure
But there's time enough
For one more goal
To give the Habs control
With a two goal lead
But surely please
Close out play
Being up by one at least
Which is looking better
With how little time is left
With less than 20 seconds in fact
And now it's down
To final little ticks
In the Oilers' end as well
And that was all she wrote
For the second period
With the Habs but up
Yes 2 to 1
So though the game will end
When here in Quebec
It will be early Thursday morning
This is a Wednesday game
So the question has to be
Is Wednesday waiting
To say boo ha ha
I scared you yes
And now you lost
You'll only get
A single win
This night of mine
This season lost
Because am here
For the rest of the season
And if anyone can cost you
Any playoff games
It will surely be me
If I can help it
And boy do I want to help it
Yeah duck you Wednesday
Especially those dang first two
Where the Habs were scoring much
And Carey Price
Was letting in
Yes near as much
Though both were sixty plus each
Those are two
They should have won
Without any points lost
But if they fall out of fourth
And end but up
Wherever lower
Because I just can't see them
Yes getting back in
If they do fall out
There will be many a reason sigh
For the stupid why
Of missing the playoffs
They should have made
Speaking of things
That could be added
To the coulda shoulda woulda
When last I counted
I was just a little short
Of 17 rows
But smartly harvested
And as I think I need
One more bleed
Of the two field kind
In a single quarter
This would have been
The right good time
To do it yes
Instead it looks but like
I'll fall just a little short
As time is ticking down
To the end of the night
That just so happens to be
The end of the week
One in which
I got myself back
On my personal honour roll
Yeah the odds are against me
On the goodly harvesting
Of the the last three rows
Of the long good kind of course
And no amount
Of riding the horse
Is going to get me where
I want to get
As there's too little time
For me write
In prose or rhyme
To save the two
That I came to see
As being just
A little out of reach
But more importantly
I won the day
And the week of course
With the Habs but having a chance
To win them theirs