A buddy of mine here in Powell River is not only the lead singer of the hard-drivin’ rock band “Frenzy” but is also a long-time Habs fan. And Mike Deschenes, when he’s not rockin’ or running pool tables or watching his Habs, writes poems. And he’s just sent me his latest, and it’s about the……yes, that’s right.
So without further adieu, ladies and gentlemen, Mike Deschenes.
THE “HABS” POEM
It’s not all about Maurice,the guy they called “Rocket”,
Or “Toe” Blake the coach with eight cups in his pocket.
It’s not all about Ferguson with six Stanley rings,
Or Rousseau’s five goals in one game with the Wings.
It’s not all about Jacques, “Jake the Snake” and his mask,
Or “the flower” Lafleur and his many great tasks.
It’s not all about Dryden with five Vezinas to hold,
Or Beliveau’s first contract at only fifteen years old.
It’s not all about Harvey,the Tremblays and Roy,
Or those memorable games that all of us saw.
It’s not all about the Forum filled with pretty French girls,
It’s about knowing they’ll always be the best team in the world.
GO HABS GO!