Hockey Season Poem Calendar

After nine months of Hockey Big Fred finishes a great season done with the sweating, the workouts and freezin’ done with the travelling, time to reorganise his trunk, done with the hockey bag, and it really stunk! Fred re-tapes his stick at the end of each year, takes his bag to the cleaner where they sanitise his gear goes away on a holiday stays off ice the whole time when he gets home he’s recharged thanks to well planned downtime Big Fred’s itching to play now that he’s back so out comes his hockey bag, when he gets a whiff of that sack? “what!, this can’t be mine, it smells really nice! I’ll have to play pick-up to stink this gear up on ice He proceeds to the arena feeling big, ready and tough walks into the dressing room, all the players smell rough, they peek above their hockey skates at Freddie’s rose scented gear sarcastically they ask him, “you don’t play much ’round here?” Smart Fred says very little ‘why give them a clue?’ nods in the affirmative, thinks, “I’ll shock all of you” Shinny starts on time the Referee drops the puck Fred wins the first face off skates like a Mac Truck speed and agility like hockey ballet his opponents stand stunned, “man, this guy can play!” Big Fred takes a shot it goes in the five-hole, and that was the first of six beautiful goals, while shaking hands Big Fred laughed where he stood, then sarcastically told them, “you don’t have to stink to be good!”