Haikus
Beaten down, we lose
but there are always more games
and our spirits rise.
Beaten down, we win;
the day is bright with anger.
They belong to me.
Dampness comes to us
and we swell with perfect hate.
We will play to win.
Poorly written verse
will not stop our efforts.
More crap forthcoming.
Age has not withered us
It was the beer
Wot really done it
Emotion fails me;
a better way must be found.
It will come to pass.
Overhead it sails
and victory quickly fades.
Lost in the red mist.
but there are always more games
and our spirits rise.
Beaten down, we win;
the day is bright with anger.
They belong to me.
Dampness comes to us
and we swell with perfect hate.
We will play to win.
Poorly written verse
will not stop our efforts.
More crap forthcoming.
Age has not withered us
It was the beer
Wot really done it
Emotion fails me;
a better way must be found.
It will come to pass.
Overhead it sails
and victory quickly fades.
Lost in the red mist.