Sens at Land’s End

On New Year’s Eve I said I’d write a ballad about the exploits of Jordan Eberle. I have not followed through, but I think his performance tonight at least deserves a terrible ode. It is also certainly worth a post in my sadly neglected blog. So:

Eberle

by Meaghan

I think that I shall never see
A man as clutch as Eberle.

A teen whose stick is clearly blessed,
Who when behind does never rest,
But miracles at will performs,
He nations, teams, and fans transforms.

He lifts them all in hope and joy!
Who is this awesome prairie boy?
Can he also outrun trains?
Does blood of gods run in his veins?

Although sixth gold was not to be,
They’ll never stop young Eberle.

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Oh yeah, and I think the Sens probably lost, at least I assume they did since they were down 4-0 last time I checked.