What is Wily doing? What is Wily waiting for?   

Will a million gillion dollars make it easier to score?

Who thought up the point that Wily is trying to make?

Who is the man with his life and times at stake?

 

Just sign something Wily and sign it nice and quick.

Get back back to playing hockey man, we all know you are sick (good)!

Instead of counting dollars count the letters in your name.

Picture them upon a cup and in the Hockey Hall of Fame.

 

Our chances are so fleeting and so few and far between.

You have a chance to be on one of the greatest ever teams.

Of course I am a fan, so what could I really know.

I know that I would gladly die for what you might well just blow.

 

(Read my first poem to Wily Nylander here)