ODE tuda PUCK
This flowery tale however badly told
is dedicated to an object quite bold
'Tis about vulcanized rubber passion
With ice, snow and endless action
So, envy this lifeless rubber disk
crafted for abuse, partner to the hockey stick
an entity that calls to your imagination
and promises you glory in competition
'Twas present in all battles fought on ice
during wars waged in historical sites
Played its part in dilapidated rinks
Where beauty was beheld in wet sweater stink
and on the faces etched of ice warriors
frozen forever on locker room mirrors
as they recall goals in mind visualized
solid memories ingrained and super sized
Those unique moments burning in mind
with goaltenders leaving puck marks behind
Lovely is the pucks ebony delight
sliding over solid waters beneath rink lights
Favoring neither the ringer or the goon
As they each enjoy the frozen cool
sending this lovely slider
towards the net where it seeks to retire
This puck with dull black nakedness
lifts the hearts of young and old with zest
raising their spirits to new heights
with accurate and compelling flight
and assists humanity in rising above its mortal lair
As it enjoys hockey and icy air
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