This week I made a poem of three limericks (poems that rhyme aabba)
Tally Stonewall Hall
Though Our keeper is dubbed Tally Hall
That name doesn't fit him at all
With mountainous frame
Massive hands, and smooth game
A name more much apt would be "Wall"
He commands his goal box with a shout
About leadership, there is no doubt
"Get on that guy"
"We WILL not tie!"
All to preserve his shut out
And when push comes to dirty shove
Hall is no gentle white dove
He'll tangle with the best
And if put to the test
Horst'll help give a bro some love