hockey

The clock ticks down from one minute
I skate the puck down the ice,
The only thing that I wish I did but I didn't,
Was to slice up the defender just like mice.

The fans in the arena cheer,
For that i get a break away,
To score and hear,
My teammates surround me with no dismay.

As i was in the air,
I wish that nobody hit me,
And everyone just stairs,
As the puck hit's the bar and rings like a bee.

My coach jumps up and screams,
As the ice finally looks like steam.