Jets Christmas Poem

Jeremy Wiebe December 18, 2013 12
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Twas the week before Christmas

Inside the MTS Centre

The mood was uneasy

The fans were bitter

 

The Jets keep on losing

In such mysterious ways

They can’t hold onto leads

They look lost and astray

 

The boys from Arctic Ice

Lie restless in their beds

With graphs of  Corsi

Dancing in their heads

 

GM Chevy goes on TV

Saying be patient with us

Yet watching the Jets play

Feels like getting run over by a bus

 

The Western Conference is fierce

The games are tough

The Blues and Wild

Don’t mind playing rough

 

Then there’s the Blackhawks

For all the world to see

A Stanley Cup champion

Atop of Conference three

 

No more Clistome, No more Thorburn

No more Stuart no more Wright

We all need a break

From this dreary blight

 

Coach Noel looks helpless

With the lineup he’s got

He tries his best

But the noose is in a knot

 

But there is hope for the future

It could get lively

With two precocious youngsters

Named Trouba and Scheifele

 

There are more prospects coming

In Junior and the farm

They were drafted by Chevy

Hoping they are a lucky charm

 

So with that it ends

The Jets now must take flight

Merry Christmas to all

And to all a good night.

 

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