I need a semi-motivational hockey themed poem for the first page of a scrapbook for a senior boy, i need is ASAP
2006-07-05 11:46:47 · 6 answers · asked by summergirl77 2 in Sports ➔ Hockey
Roses are red,
a deep crimson hue,
Gretzky's great in the sack,
but no match for you.
- how's that for motivational?
2006-07-05 11:54:34 · answer #1 · answered by Count Bakula 2 · 0⤊ 1⤋
Please see below. I found several others, too.
How to be a True Hockey Fan
How to be a True hockey fan is what you'll be taught
First things first, its not about the merchandise you bought
Being a True fan is a lot more than that
It doesn't matter if you have every single vintage hat
You've got to have pride, all the willingness inside
Never let a loss bring you down or let you subside
To be a true fan you've got to stand tall
No matter what happens we should never stall
Don't forget to love the game and the sport too
The players and fans are like paper and glue
Without each other there wouldn't be a game
The Vancouver Canucks will always be a proud name
If you aren't a true fan yet then you must be a fool
You dont need any supplies or any tools
Because all you need is a good heart
To be a true fan is to stay from the start
Our lesson is done, see how easy it is?
It's as easy as Canucks beating St. Louis
2006-07-05 11:51:55 · answer #2 · answered by shoppingontherun 4 · 0⤊ 0⤋
If you give me about 24 hours I might be able to come up with one, but really fiction's more my thing. Feel free to send me a note if you want me to give it a try.
Meanwhile, one of my all-time favorite poems isn't about hockey exactly, but it could be. And therefore is, at some level. I'm very very fond of it.
If you use it for some reason, please credit Blunden.
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The Midnight Skaters
The hop-poles stand in cones,
The icy pond lurks under,
The pole-tops steeple to the thrones
Of stars, sound gulfs of wonder;
But not the tallest tree, 'tis said,
Could fathom to this pond's black bed.
Then is not death at watch
Within those secret waters?
What wants he but to catch
Earth's heedless sons and daughters?
With but a crystal parapet
Between, he has his engines set.
Then on, blood shouts, on, on,
Twirl, wheel and whip above him,
Dance on this ball-floor thin and wan,
Use him as though you love him;
Court him, elude him, reel and pass,
And let him hate you through the glass.
Edmund Blunden
2006-07-05 14:24:31 · answer #3 · answered by lotusice 4 · 0⤊ 0⤋
do it urself
2006-07-09 08:11:37 · answer #4 · answered by dogfreak_88 1 · 0⤊ 0⤋
no
2006-07-05 11:48:51 · answer #5 · answered by Anonymous · 0⤊ 0⤋
don't know any, sorry
2006-07-08 23:39:51 · answer #6 · answered by Anonymous · 0⤊ 0⤋