My Hockey Stick

I was wielding a thunderbolt,
A powerful weapon
That could win me the game.

I felt powerful,
“Crack!” “Bang!” every time,
“Thunk!” Every time I scored,
I felt the glory
Pouring into me,
I could hear people chanting my name.

Onto the field I fly,
All other players passing by,
So when I score,
And the crowd roars,
I’ll be better than ever before.