I’m Sorry Hockey Stick
I ‘m sorry hockey
stick,
Once we play you bang
your head.
The puck who likes to
tackle you. The referee’s
whistle a screech. Your
owner
tripping over you,
bashing you into
a hard wall.
Lying in the basement deserted,
or hung
in the dark garage,
next to the mean chain-saw.
In hockey we always
slash and
bash your head, you’re
always
Fighting enemy sticks.
Pushing away the Puck…
I’m sorry hockey stick.
But without you, how
would
I play hockey?
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