

QTip awoke from the greatest of dreams:
A rookery of Seals was all that he sees.
He checked his Gameday email from his GM Todd.
A insprirational quote from Dumb and Dumber seems mighty odd.
But the lineup had YungQ playing with Monette!
Time for the Whalers to finally pay
For what they did on Opening Night!
Hopefully YungQ doesn’t get in a fight.
“Oh joy!” exclaimed Quirco, his hockey bag packed by cartoon birds and mice.
“Tonight, I’m paired with my Prince Charming Peso on the ice!”
Q checked his Slack to see an invite to the Nordiques-North Stars Ball.
He was happy he even got the Call-up at all.
Q left in his horse drawn chariot for the rink.
Boy, does Gio’s gear really do stink!
Early in the first dance, Quirico got a hold of the puck.
He sent it into his own net and screamed “MOTHER FUCK”.
Quirico cursed out in all his rage.
“Me and the puck aren’t on the same page!
Prince Charming won’t be on my line if I keep this up!”
He then finally yelled “Enough is enough!”
QTip skirted down the ice as fast as he could.
Faster than any other fifth rounder would.
His stick tapped the ice as he called out to Coan.
He scored on a goal that wasn’t his own!
His team cheered for him in merry delight.
Panty said “Good, now you’re even on the night.”
On to the Seals game, which they’d eventually win:
Even the scorekeep claimed he potted one in!
QTip, so happy, was finally at peace:
So what! One of his teams won, at least!
Three Two goals in a night must feel pretty nice.
Just like a Blue Light, Chilled in some ice.
Then out comes Prince Charming: “I scored 9 points!”
Surely, this fucker’s been smoking some joints!
And there goes Q’s point total, almost all gone.
Quicker than Todd took his first piss on the lawn.
But our story’s not over, not nearly done,
As QTip hung out longer and had some fun.
QTip inquired “What’s a Wilkes-Barre Worm?”
Hearing that question made Todd visibly squirm.
“We Be Wormin’?!?” Todd shouted in disgust.
It was then that QTip realized this night was a bust.
Still, his Seals just climbed up the charts,
And he can sleep well, dreaming of aarts.