So long, Torts--
That's the way it is in sports.
Gotta keep your suitcase packed,
Never know when you'll get sacked.
So long, Torts--
Hope you're not feelin' too outa sorts.
Thought you might stay forever,
But then they went and got Trevor.
So long, Torts--
You gave it a nice try.
Despite reports,
You turned out to be a nice guy.
So pour a drink
And get into some other team's rink.
Just remember one thing:
You already got a Stanley Cup ring.
So long, Torts.
Thursday, May 1, 2014
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Love the poem, Mr. PD. So do my neighbours.
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