A beautifully prepared piece by our own cultivated virtuouso, one that is surely bound to rival even the greats of the literary world...
- "The mildew is back on the walls..." we should really get that checked out some time...
The puck is dropped, as play begins.
Each team vying, for hard-earned wins.
Captains and sticks, synchronously clash,
The puck comes loose, hordes pursue with dash.
Well positioned iSvamp, takes control,
To defend and assist, his duty and goal.
A crisp pass takes the puck, to the left side,
Where two giants, suddenly collide.
For a split moment, there's an eternal mess.
Possessions rotate, like in a game of chess.
iSvamp was skating, exceptionally fast,
The game was ending, a few seconds would last.
Preparing for the shot, he fell as he slipped,
Hitting the ice, his front teeth got chipped.
It looked like he just, forgot how to skate.
But how is this possible? just turned twenty-eight.
He looked like a mushroom, wearing red and white,
Picked up the puck, and began to bite.
His teammates realized, he forgot to take his pills,
Which explained his madness,
and his last year, lack of skills.
The doctor came out, and realized for sure.
That a Elite trophy, is the only cure.