Fuzzy Feeling Friday - Poetry Corner: Country Flavor: Chuck'm a Puck'm

Greetings Fellow Bloggies/Blogettes! Let me declare our "F" to the power of three session Officially Started! Yeah! Today's Fuzzy Feeling Friday - Poerty Corner is inspired by a song I did not know exsisted until about one month ago. This song seems to be quite a hit and I must admit that I, too, find it quite catchy. The Zac Brown Band did a fantastic job putting together this highly heartwarming hit: " Sic'em On a Chicken." For those that have not yet heard this toe tapping treat, I strongly encourage you go out and buy it! It will change your life !!! Or at least your perception of the farmer and chicken relationship! Without furthur delay, I bring you: Chuck'm a Puck'm Poetry!

A Puck's Lament

I am a Puck and I declare
I am one solid piece, no room for air
I hit the ice with the goal in mind
And when I stop, the Goal I find
But the life of a puck is not all that great
As I am tossed around while the players skate
Slapped around and shot into boards
Like marionette without its chords
I am manipulated in so many ways
But maintain the focus of all the plays
All I ask of you is to think twice
Of little old me when you hit the ice!

PUCK
P iece of rubber
U npleasant to be hit by
C onstantly moving
K nown also as - "The Dentist"

Cheeky Monkey

There once was a man from New York
Who would eat his pucks with a fork
When ask why
He started to cry
Saying: "My wife told me it was pork!"

Orgin of the Puck

The orgin of the puck is a story to be told
For it stems from the great days of old
Where on the frozen ponds, lakes, and streams was the birthplace of dreams
Where the Stars began to unfold!

Back in the day, when the children would play
And a puck could not be found.
Being light-hearted, after the horse farted
They would collect what was left on the ground!

With the help of the cold, it would take on the mould
And along the ice it would glide
Throughout the game, without any shame
They handled the puck with great pride!

Now as for today, with the rubber pucks they now play
An indoor arena - their course

But if ever stuck without a black puck

You can always go visit a horse!

Until the next blog,

Cheer Loud, Cheer Long, Cheer Often!

Thomas G. Barker

Conference Event Coordinator