Ducks Playing Hockey Poem by Murphy Payne

In a field of many
Gathered on a frozen pond
Making the rules
Quacking in unison

Looks like the Northern Pinheads against the Webs
Same as yesterday far as I could tell
You see they rotate players in
Faster than the rotated player has played

One coach quacked,
Use your feet and your beaks!
Stretch out your neck
For a head fake feat
Flap your wings
To fend off another
Slide on your belly
Go duck brother!

The Anaheim Ducks, a rival gang flopped in
Clearly disrupting the games
The loosing team flew on
With only the Pinheads to complain

The gallery quacked out loudly
In protest of this light brigade
The Pinhead Mallards didn’t stand a chance
Unless 1854 was replayed

Poorly equipped and out “ducked” to speak
Their strategy had to be changed
So they moved the goals, and the puck they stole
Then flew off to a venue unsold