The darkness of Wisconsin
In a Poynette quonset hut,
Where it passes for downtown
By the Owl's Nest restaurant.
There's no one who's indifferent,
They are cheering on their brooms,
For strategies and skippers
Who can stay one with their stones.
A club member at the bar
Pauses from his PBR,
Reveals the smallest of smiles
For the year that curling broke.