Bad Ice
What a disappointment, and not very nice,
when a hockey game is cancelled for bad ice.
For some reason, the refrigeration unit goes on the blink.
Because of it, there is rough and inconsistent ice on the rink.
There will be no slap shots, checking, and scoring of a goal.
It’s just like getting a Christmas stocking full of coal.
There will be no lights and sirens, and not even one fight.
The teams will have to give it a go on another night.
Copyright © Robert Pettit | Year Posted 2014
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