“There is a never a time when any town makes a sign, saying “no sport here,” you understand, that is a HATE ACT IN THE FIRST DEGREE,

They had to go out of their way,

To make this idiotic insult sign,

Do you know who used to play lacrosse here?

Yea, I did,

Years and years ago

On the BOX COURT,

Every so often

You understand,

When the Spirit moves man, and this place

Where ROLLER HOCKEY comes around like twice a decade,

And where no night game have ever been played, at least as far as we see,

Some pick-up roller hockey,

Yet thousands are spent on these LIGHTS,

With the METAL CYLINDERS

Driven into the ground,

Instead of OBELISKS by the way

Or any correct form thusly,

Thus there is a blight,

That is impolite,

And grounds for WAR

Against this CONFEDERATE enemy,

Who thinks FORT SUMTER daily,

On any place formally,

Is what is done,

Yes, no,

Personal insults have to go.