TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE BREAK

Twas the night before break, when all through the Whitt

Not a creature was stirring not even a twitt:

The gromets were hung from the ceiling with care,

in hopes that banners soon would be there.

Thee hosers were nestled all snug in their seat,

with visions of the opponets we would soon beat.

And Mamma Hoser in her jersey, and I in my cap,

had just yelled at the sieve skate, turn, tap tap.

When out on the ice there arose such a clatter,

I stood on my seat to see what was a matter.

Away from the band with hands on my ears,

listening to more would surely bring tears.

The lights glistened on the new Zambonied ice,

and cheers were given when Black Betty enticed.

When what to my wondering eyes should appear,

but regan in net for whom the fans would cheer.

With a little old coach so lively and quick,

I knew in a moment is was whistleing Dick.

More rapid than eagles the wildcats they came,

and Dick whistled and shouted and called them by name;

Now Smithlicker, Now Jerry, Now Hobey and MicFlickier!

On Hemmi, on Cicco, on penalty box and Switzer!

Out of our zone, bounce it off the wall,

now score goals score goals score goals all.

The drive up 95 would make the hosers insane

When they met with an obstacal, an undefeated Maine

they left their fans with Ben Bishop to blame,

scored a shit load of goals and the Bears were tamed.

And then in a rush they came from the tunnel

to meet the next team they would soon pummel.

The Hosers bowed to Regan as he skated round

for we new a shut out would soon be found.

He was dressed in blue and white from helmet to skate,

and denied the puck bunnies a chance for a date.

He wore lots of pads and carried a big stick,

and he looked like a wall made of mortar and brick.

His helmet how it twinkeld, his fans how merry,

his pads like a baracade, his glove hand is scarry.

His droll little mouth was drawn up with a frown,

cause the hosers shouted to him while the puck came down.

A mouth gaurd of plastic he held tight in his teeth,

and the spotlight of the Whitt circled his head like a wreath.

He had a broad face and a rock hard belly,

that made opponets shake like a bowl full of jelly.

He was quick he was fast no pucks would soon pass,

Darci laughed so hard she fell on her ass.

A Wink of his eye and a wave of his glove,

soon let the hosers know it was us he did love.

He spoke not a word but went straight to his work,

and made a bitching Parker look like a Jerk.

And laying his stick across the goal crease,

put our anxious Hoser hearts at peace.

He sprang to the bench as a penalty was called,

and Smithlicker still scored even though he was fouled.

But we heard them exclaim as life is life was played

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