Hermia and Helena are ready to fight each other.
The same can be said for Demetrius and Lysander.
To keep this party of four from throwing a fist,
I will cover them all with a thick morning mist.
They will fruitlessly chase each other without a doubt.
Each one will fall asleep when they are all tired out.
Based on the play "A Midsummer Night's Dream" by William Shakespeare
Why does love always feel like a stick in my eye
When I constantly reach for the sky
Looking for the answers why
It's kicking my butt and leaves
An empty feeling in my gut
Instead of chasing woman like a rutting buck
I always get stuck with the ones
That want to run amuck
I have no luck even sold my truck
Thinking that love has struck
Instead, I got smacked around like a hockey puck
Talk about a man with bad luck
I try to stay as far away
From that kind of women who plays that way
But they always seem to latch on to me
I'm so lonely I just want to be happy and free
Have a life full of mystery
A love that makes life snug as a lug
Not one you can stomp on like a bug
Or one you can just sweep under the rug
I need to change my ways
So I can find a woman who doesn't play that way
It seems like they all know what to say
Before I know it I'm saying goodbye
Because it just feels like another stick in my eye
No matter how hard I try
Oh lord why does this keep happening to me
I pray you bring love my way today
That will make my life as it should be
With a wonderful woman beside me
I shot the puck across the ice,
Straight for the goal but it took a slice,
Right off the nose of their defenseman,
When I steal that puck I'll try again.
Coach is screaming in my ear,
Every time I skate too near,
I can hear him say,
His opinion of my last play.
I think the other center doesn't like me,
Because he keeps kicking my knee,
And every time he skates by,
My elbow is in his eye.
I will not let them stop me,
But when I skate ahead and get free,
I brace and pray "Oh Lord!",
As my head is plastered against the boards.
Up and running at them again,
Slapping at the goal for the win,
The puck bounces off the pole,
Into the net for the winning goal!
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the Alternative Right
is keeping us minions awake through the night
what is so entirely contrarian
how often we laugh at the stumbling orange grammarian.
Higgs was a hockey player built like a truck
he was mean, obscene, and had plenty of pluck.
Other players called him Klutz
declaring they hated his guts
thus he advised them he didn't give a puck.
Fair Eh your honest, hockey place,
Great Chieftain of the scarring face!
Between the boards with skates to lace,
Your rubber froze,
And darting dangerous quick of pace,
In slap shots rose.
The crackling ice on which you slide,
Chased by padded boys well applied,
In loss or victory you decide,
Yours not to let;
Where shots be accurate or wide
Streak toward the net.
This disc hits corners left and right
Can cut you up with ready slight,
From in behind burns the goal light,
Whoa, bulging twine!
This, the lonely goal tender’s plight,
Guards the thin red line.
Quick hands and fast of foot to flop,
Who are said to be o’er the top,
On grenades hurled they’re known to drop,
And fallen beneath;
With bodies bruised, brave lads will stop,
And trade precious teeth!
Your powers make cold winter fair,
In boyhood dreams young and old share;
With pride our true colours to wear,
On Habs or Leafs stuck;
This, O Canada’s common prayer,
Blessed be a puck!
Puck stole my thunder
he kissed my wife Anabel
ere I killed a cat
There was a tall brute who played hockey
Whose actions were deemed as quite cocky
His opponents saw red
So they stomped on his head
Now the twerp earns his keep as a jockey!
My angered side decieves my eyes
All I focus on is abuse and lies
I can’t even escape this torments wave
Have I the soul of a warrior or slave?
Facing freedom looking at your face
While serving my sentence in this place
Fires, demons are casted before me
Taking my refuge with some more fee
A spine shattering “thwack” with a whip
Causes me to lose my grip
For my soul has a new master
Puck is here to begin his laughter?
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