Sidney Crosby, you’re so fine
I wish that I could make you mine.

My love for you just can’t wait,
I don’t care that you’re practically jailbait.

We could share personal grooming tips,
And live off money from your sponsorships!

Off the ice, you’re as nice as can be,
Not at all like that douchebag, Sean Avery.

And on the ice, you’re a sight to see,
But please, this year, no more injuries.

Just ignore Alexander Semin’s verbal racket,
At least your last name doesn’t mean ejaculate.

The Stanley Cup will be yours at last,
Then you and me, Kid, we’ll have a blast.

(Mario can come too)

Bet on NHL. Go Pens go!