As sort of a response to an excellent piece by a ghostwriter in Northern Ascendancy (read here), Kattiautomaatti decided to transcribe the events of the recent NHLGamer Sex Scandal.
A shot from the blue-line, such a value bet.
The game is paused, as the puck hits the net.
Cheering for their first goal, all but one soul.
Jersey number fourty-four, completing his chores.
Down on his knees, dreamin' of whores on all-fours,
Forgetting time, place, space and game-scores.
I guess this is what TIKI TALK does to you,
Start thinking her waving was a sexual cue.
There he was all-alone in the corner,
Hoping her to take care of his boner.
The referee called it an illegal type of wrist-shot
No matter if she's hot and you top the hot-or-not.
Besides, you can't score with that sherwood;
It's a hockey-rink, not your messed up hood.
Finally even fourty-four started to realize,
The pixels on her face weren't real eyes.