April is poetry month, and I hope you’ve been enjoying some. Here’s a few April-related lines –T.S. Eliot, “April is the cruelest month” —Shakespeare, “the lovely April of her prime”–and of course the opening to the Prologue of Chaucer’s Canterbury Tales–“Whan that aprille, with his shoures soote, the doghte of march hath perced to the roote…”
In that spirit, I promised you, Dear Reader, some (bad) poetry, and hockey…Enjoy!
April comes with clouds and rain
floods and taxes, climate change!
Now, it leaves with flowers blooming.
Enough with all this gloom-and-dooming….
Do we really need a reason
to celebrate the playoff season?
Cheer them on for the opening game,
Keith and Hossa, Toews and Kane,
Blackhawks jerseys, Indian red,
Here come the Hawks, with home-ice cred!
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