| Life's Little Slapshots ... |
Let The Chips Fall
The year we lost the Stanley Cup, my wife walked out the door.
She ordered, got delivered, five tons of mulch or more.
"Therapy", she called it, "Just in case they trade your butt.
Upstairs they will be talking, 'bout who they want to cut."
On a chance we'd have to move, she wanted things in shape.
Looking at that pile of chips, I pleaded for escape.
We struck a deal for half I'd do, then it became two-thirds.
"Use your mighty hockey hands." I'm sure those were her words.
Every day 'til sundown, I should say glove to glove
We worked outside together; me and the one I love.
She was right that manual work, would cleanse my soul of sins.
But if I'd slouch she'd quickly point, out by our garbage bins.
Whoa. Glad she's not my trainer! Hard work we got it done.
With the last old half a ton, her therapy had won.
Days laughing, sweating, filthy, the idea turned out smart.
Her tons of hands on therapy, had healed my hockey heart.
©Artica Burr 2007
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Dick And Jane
Dick and Jane and their dog Spot, headed for the shore
Where division final, and their family is no more.
This and that, and these and those, nothing too concrete.
Judge ruled a separation, so they could cool their feet.
Of Spot who loved them both, Judge heard their debate.
Ruling a joint custody, to soften poor Spot's fate.
One final issue to decide. Important one at that.
What of the Sabres tickets? Two seats at games they sat.
Judge had seats, three rows back. He recognized the two.
His thought another season, might help to pull them through.
Their seats would be decided, after season's play.
That thread he kept between them, until decision day.
Hockey is a common ground. Theirs right from the start.
Given time to find a way, back to each other's heart.
Two seats at the arena, can work just like a charm.
Now that all the air was cleared, perhaps some arm in arm?
Before the season over, things came to be worked out.
Resolving all their differences, no end did come about.
Abode not interrupted, for the lttle dog named Spot.
As time did pass, Dick and Jane raised a hockey tot.
Like the game of hockey, life needs much follow through.
Every day is loaded with, a lot of go and do.
Winning at relationships, you have to be a team.
From hockey you can learn a lot, in their case it would seem.
©Artica Burr 2007
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