Oh What A Game It Was


Oh what a game it was
The kind that does
Little good 
For the good of the heart
As there was joy to begin
With an early goal
Then naught but misery
With four straight goals
By the team in blue
And that will never do

 Aye the Habs are the Bleu blanc rouge
And the Leafs are blue and white
But if I say blue
I mean them
Unless they'rte playing the Blues I guess
But I digress

 It was 4 damn 1
As the Leafs had just scored
And the Habs were on the ice
But not in the game
Like they could win it
Only they didn't quit
And scored four of their own
To take the lead
But I was worried indeed
That the Leafs would score

 And that is what they did
Sending the game
To overtime
Where I feared the worst
But neither side scored
And to the final means they went

 The hated shoot it out
Which sucks because
It's oh so stupid
And the teams for which I root
Rarely do well

 But thankfully tonight
It ended right
With a save by Price
And a goal for the good
With no more to come
Leaving me happy
And not the glum
I thought I'd be

 Oh what a game it was
With early good
Then too much shit
But an ending to the good
Can you just do better
And not give up so many
That'd be nice
Dear Carey Price
And the men in front of you
Can't you do that too
Charles Petrie

Date
10-05-19

Time 
23:43-23:55=12

Word Count
262









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