"Twas the night before the deadline, when all through the NHL
Not a GM was stirring, not to buy nor to sell .
Their rosters were full of has beens & spares,
In hopes that Stanleys Cup - soon would be theirs.
The players were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of hat-tricks danced in their heads.
And Bettman and Daly and their salary cap,
Had just settled their brains for a long winters nap.
When down in Columbus there was such a clatter,
**lund awoke from him slumber to see what was the matter.
Away to his iPad he flew like a flash,
To open Mozilla and he googled "Rick Nash".
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his "work",
And filled all them twitter sites, with rumors for jerks.
And layed his long finger up inside of his nose,
And gave it a nod, and a wild idea it arose!
He sprang to his chair, to give his followers a scoop,
And they all believed him - although it was poop.
So he thought up a lie, a fib & a myth
And he blurted out names, like Brown, Schenn, Ott and Smyth
And he said just believe me cuz IŽm so well connected
I might not have pedigree but whats to be expected
By tommorrow at three Nash will be a Leaf
Just become a subscriber and IŽll give you a brief
But most of us knew it was all BS he claimed
So we called him out saying you should be ashamed
But we heard him exclaim, Guys I know I am right,
"Good pickings tomorrow, and to all a good-night!"