Tau is asleep
And still smiling
Because he won the game
With such an ease
That I'd be jealous
Of how easy it was
If I was ever to be
Yes jealous of
A living letter
Though seeing as
He does everything for fun
He really is living
The goodly life
And that's reason to be
Just a little jealous
And for the record
I did write but enough
A day ago
As I was wrong
About falling short
Which is one of the times
That it's good to be
Rowing the Wrong Boat
As for today but being
A day of that much writing
Of more than three good fields
That has the feeling
Of being too much of an ask
Though two fields felled
Seems more likely to be
A happening today
As right but now
I ain't feeling the words
I won't be here
All that long this quarter
As I should do
A thing or two else
Before I return
Likely late
In quarter number three
Which will make of it
A second straight harvest
Of no great size
Which I can roll but with
If I am hard at the writing
In a goodly 4th
Which I often do
But all of that is later on
As what I need now
Is a good long row
At the very least
To bring the need down
For the rest of the day
To an easy two full fields
Which if worst comes to worse
I can harvest in the 4th
Especially with the game tonight
Which will give me great cause to write
Either win or lose
And it's hopefully win
So the Habs can do some damage
To the flickering hopes
Of the ffith place Flames
Who cannot overtake
The 4th place Habs
Even if they sweep them yes
At least but not before
The month of May
If the Habs should lose
Six straight games
Without a single poing earned
Which recent history
Says they surely can
While the Flames but win
A simpler five
Which they probably could
Though two of those games
Come against the Oilers
Who've played them well
Thus but far
This different season
So make it easier on yourselves
And be the goodly Habs tonight
With your second in a row
And second as well
Without but fail
Against the Flames
Who aren't even the only team
That can catch you yes
Though we'd all be surprised
To see the Canucks but slip on by
Not just the Flames
But the Habs as well
Have the games in hand
And some players too
Who can take them there
The playoffs that is
Though let it be said again
We'd all be surprised
To see them make it in
Stranger things have happened yes
So to remove all doubt
Le Bleu Blanc Rouge
Go on a tear
And win five in a row
Which would include of course
The last good game
Against the Oilers
As you all but knock the Flames out
With three great wins
That widen the gap
From almost doable in three
To the chasm of 14 points
And doing that
Would force them yes
To if not win all their remaining games
To certainly need some help
From your opponents
Which is nice yes
Than you needing help
From their opponesnts
As you've already needed
Too many times this season
So what's it gonna be
Dear dear Habs
The goodly team
That can bat any other
Or the one alas
That can be beaten
By even me
Who cannot skate or score
Like worth a damn at all
I can only hope
It will but be
The former eh
And not the latter
Because that but likely means
They'll falter again
On Saturday night
And Monday too
Just because they can
And can't seem to sustain
A lengthy string
Of goodly success
Which is the hallmark yes
Of a goodly team
Which begs the question
What are the Habs
And yes I fully realize
That to read these last two verses
You'd think the Habs had lost
Their last dang game
When they won in fact
And a two goal outburst
Because of a penalty
And the goalie being pulled
For the extra attacker
Is the only thing
That made it close
As for me
I'm long but past
The goodly harvest
Of one long row
And am closing in
On half a field
And I've still got time
To make it an hour
Where I flex the power
And end it with
Well 7 rows easy
Which sets me up right
To win the day
In an easy way
As I'll be more
Than half the way there
And yes it's good to be
Back to feeling the words
That I was not feeling
When Tau but went to bed
And wonky was mine again
Which wasn't enough
To give me much cause
To write write write
As you think I would
Now if only some of this writing
Was about the hero
And his poet creator
Who came to meet one night
In the dreams of the latter
Which is sadly stalled
At a pivotal point
In their confrontation
That I have no goodly feeling
About this yes
And could surely use
Some storyboard help
Tick tick tick
Time is ticking down again
This time yes
To the end of an ahour
Which I think will be
Enough for now
As I've had a good quarter
Which has made the winning of the day
That much easier
So I am good
With this goodly harvest
Well many a thanks
I send but out
To my fairest letter
Yes goodly Tau
As all writers care
For a living letter
Not like a pet
But a guest in their home
To keep them mindful
Of their goodly aims
Even be a muse
And we all need those
See he knew I wanted a thing
That I was leery of asking
For help from my 'scribers
Over at happs.tv
And decided to write a post
Inviting three good souls
To claim a quarter of their own
Which another three good ones
Would hopefully judge the drawings
Yes once a week
And at the end of the year
A quarter would be crowned huzzah
Though given our nature
The cries of what's in it for me
Might echo across the land
Or there'll be a collective shrug
And no one will stand them forth
To claim or offer to judge
Because what's for them to gain indeed
Though nothing ventured
And nothing gained
Save for one
I point but out
And loudly laugh me at
Because it's all garbage
And all their friends agree
Which may be true
But if it's all the same to you
I'll keep doing my thing
Because garbage is just one opinion
And not at all reasoned
Because it's just blah blah blah
I hate this just because
Yeah you go on hating
Be sour and miserable
That others like me
Are doing our thing
Knowing we'll keep doing it
Because people like that
Are bullies to the arts
And should be soundly rebuked
For trying to bully
Not that they succeeded with me
But they could with others
See
There's a difference in reasoned critiques
And just vomiting hate
And smallness too
Which you showed but well
And if this brings them back
Well so damn be it
Your hate is but the bite
Of an annoying mosquito
So consider this a slap
Not that that has any meaning to you
It's still the fodder
From your hateful toxicity
That you dropped here
Before you left
Which is for the best
Because you shouldn't hate to visit
A place upon your list
And they clearly hate mine
Which is fine
Because I'm not for everyone
Then again
Who but is
In any event
I've got to be going
As it's Friday eh
And that typically means
Some buying of food
And with the curfew in place
And the potential game
Between the Habs and the Flames
I'll need to be back by eight
So off I go indeed
It's 22:21
And what I wanted to be yes done
This goodly night
Where I only have to write
Another 500 words
To win the day
Which is easy eh
Was to harvest two whole fields
So I can finish out
The 4 2k quarters
That I've been enjoying
Each and every month
That has passed in full
And it's been a minute
Since last I had
A quarter like that
But it's looking good at all
Given how the flow but is
Fortunately
I don't need much
And will write enough to win the day
As for the Habs
Who are playing as I write
They had themselves
A nice little first
Where they scored a pair
But also surrendered a pair as well
With the tying goal
Coming on the power play
And the Flames just scored
To go ahead
Though it's being challenged
I already know
That it';p; still count
Because feck the Habs
Or not but eh
As they agreed
That yes there was
What we sure knew
Yes interference
With the Habs' own keeper
Who's shouldering the load
With Carey out
Because he's concussed
So hope still flickers
Because the later it goes
With a lead to the other team
No matter who they be
The more but nervous
I surely am
As for who scored in the first
For the Bleu Blanc Rouge
It was a pair of forwards
Timely Tyler Toffoli
With his 23rd
And Yeah It's Joel Armia
With his 6th
Now since I'm not
At least but yet
The Habs' own Poet Par Excellence
Who's affordably priced
And hella talented too
I didn't have to be
Catching the game
From the time they dropped the puck
And joined it a little before
The Habs replied
To the Flames' first goal
Though I surely could have started
Yes talking about the game
As soon as I started writing
Which I did not
And also
I could have made but certain
That I was not drawing either
As I'd need to be
If they had the sense
To hire me
As that'd be the right good thing
For them to do
Because Cups would surely be hoisted high
If they but said
Okay poet
You promised us Cups
We'll give you a chance
And if we can't win a Cup
In your first three years
You'll be gone
And that will be that
If that was the case
I'd have a smile a face
And say but sure
But the price is going up
Twice the original quote
That I have in my head
And twice of that
For the playoffs too
Which is still a heckuva deal
Believe you me
Though how to even get to be
In such a position
I do not know
And get beyond
The likely answer
Well if nothiong else
I've put it out
Into the Universe
And the very worst
That could be said
Or the sound that'd be heard
Would be some laughter
Yes long and loud
So though I've harvested well
Since I got back in the field
I'll not be able to say
I did it eh
I harvested two
So I've got my four best quarters
All 2k+
For the month of April
Nope
I'll not even fell
A whole good field tonight
As I'll be stopping soon
And have hold out hope
That in one of final 28 quarters
That yes there are
In this goodly month
Will be but one
Where I harvest two good fields
And if I can't
Well
That's a wag your finger
In mine own face
If I can't find those four
Especially when three of them
Came in two straight days
Over 7 sweet quarters
But there's always tomorrow
And the days to come
Because I can't sit here
Waiting for the Habs to win
Which is what they need to do
To not but lapse
Into another streak
Of stupid losing
When they're playing a team below them
Who has more losses
Than win but yes
Though of course I'm still listening
So I'll finish the game report
To begin tomorrow
Because we both know
The odds of you caring
About the success of the Habs
Is pretty low indeed