MONTREAL, QC. — Here’s a little poem I wrote about the drama that hovers over the Montreal Canadiens these days…
Look at all these rumours.
They surround me everyday.
I try to get away.
I will not go astray.
Has anyone seen Fox Mulder?
Here comes an X-File.
Markov will never play again.
But Gauthier’s in denial.
I hear it’s his ACL.
We’re all going to hell.
Put everyone on trial.
Resistance is futile.
That’s it! Markov is Borg.
He is 7 of 9. He’s 79.
Every second, it churns, churns, churns.
Did you hear the one about Iginla?
They say he’s coming here.
Who should they give up for him?
No one! That would be clear.
They say it’s Max’s fate.
I can’t imagine the hate.
Every minute, it churns, churns, churns.
They’re dealing P.K.
I know it is insane.
But I heard it from a guy
who knows a guy
who knows a guy who shines his shoes.
I really don’t believe it though.
That guy can’t shine a shoe worth shit.
Every hour, it churns, churns, churns.
The Martians landed at Roswell.
The FBI shot JFK.
United Flight 93 was shot down.
The Jews masterminded 9-11.
Ah! who cares because…
Molson sold the Habs to China!
Say it isn’t true?
Bring them back!
Intact!
Every week, it churns, churns, churns.
Jacques is getting fired?
I hear it everyday.
Isn’t he just so tired?
Leaving so long, yet still at play.
My boy Gomez is constant fodder.
He’s injured this is true.
But don’t you all get bored,
Spouting this same spew?
Every month, it churns, churns, churns.
Anyone rumours my warrior,
With me, they have to deal.
Josh Gorges is a leader.
So for once, just once, LET’S GET REAL!
Every year, it churns, churns, churns.
Not a day it turns, turns, turns.
No one ever learns, learns, learns.