Bruins Beat: F*** The Refs

Due to a  recent string of questionable calls in the past couple Bruins losses I am unable to write a regular Bruins Beat without succumbing to fights of violent rage and incoherent babbling. Instead, I have decided to write a little poem in order to work on refining my understanding of our current English unit as well as take my mind off the fact that the Bruins are blowing up at the exact worst time for the second year in a row. Anyways, here it is:

Referees

Oh what a joy it must be to be a ref

Able to alter the game, even if blind or deaf,

With stripes like zebras you prance about

Ruining everything I care about, 

I do not even think you know the rules

Yet you continue to officiate like mules,

To compare you to an ass might be too good

And I would call you much worse thing if I could,

It is here that I must bid you all adieu

And to the refs, I can only say...

F***

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