Day 45 - You Have Forced Me to Write Emo Poetry

I don't think
An empty rink
Makes much in profit
So please just ink

A new fair deal
And make fans squeal
When the players return
To praise and seal

It would be nice
To see on ice
The players in jerseys
Just pay their price

Please understand
Their high demands
They risk nothing
But their heads, teeth, and hands

These upturn seats
Could be replete
Even if this season
Can't be complete

I urge you
To purge you
Of this blood
So I don't have to dirge you.

Bring back this sport
of the gods I exhort
Give in to the fans
And their loyal support

Before we turn
Away and burn
Convincingly entice
My respect you must earn

I don't want to say I'll make'em
But here's my ultimatum
Give us back our hockey
Or we'll have to forsake'em