He was a handsome one,
A clarion to be specific;
As the century is done,
Heard people bang with terrific.
Once the ball hit the lush,
A flurry arose;
Everyone sounds rush,
With huge applause.
His eyes were iridescent,
Lambent as the ball past;
Just the audience be pleasant,
Again he hits the ball fast.
The sporting spree renewed,
As happy people remain to be viewed.
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Concours; as it says! √
PoetryThis book has attempted poetry prompts, monthly contests, and weekly challenges...written for my favorite team.
