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A Sport for Gold Diggers

Sookie said (as she stood at the tee), "Though this golfing is boring to me, the odds can't be beat. Of golfers I meet, for each woman, the males number three!!" *Note: Female golfers number fewer than 23% in this sport. With the many doctors and lawyers that seem to enjoy this activity, I can't help but think it would be a great place for a single lady to meet rich men! For the Golf Limerick Poetry Contest of Craig Cornish

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High School Football-Favorite Sport

Under the lights on Friday night.
High school football starting to ignite.
Merciless to everyone.
This is war, not for fun.
Winning state is a beautiful sight.

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There's a Sport for Everyone

"There's a Sport for Everyone" is a children's song, sung to the tune of "The Farmer 
in the Dell".

There's a sport for everyone,
There's a sport for everyone-
Baseball, soccer, basketball;
Sports are so much fun!

Bonus activity: Ask each child which sports they participate in or would like to try. 
Explain that there is a sport for everyone, no matter your physical capabilities. Some 
sports like English horseback riding may require more mental skills than physical. Tell 
children, "If you try a variety of sports, you're sure to find one you love!"

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THANK GOD FOR SPORT!!!!!!!!!!!

SITTING ON A COUCH,
ONE SUNDAY AFTERNOON,
BORED.

I TURN ON THE RADIO,
SAME OL' TUNES,
I LOOK AT THE NEWSPAPER,
SAME OL' STORIES,
SO MUCH DRAMA AND GLOOM.

HUMMMMMM,
LET'S SEE WHAT'S ON THE TUBE.

CHANNEL 2
COMMENTATOR GIVEN HIS OPINION,
ABOUT WAR AND POLITICS,
I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF IT!!!!!

CHANNEL 4

RECAPPING THE STORIES FROM THE NIGHT BEFORE.

CHANNEL 7

SPIRITUAL-MMERCIAL

GAURANTEE THAT WE ALL WON'T GET TO HEAVAN

JUST WHEN I THOUGHT I HAD SEEN IT ALL

CHANNEL 11

GOT FOOTBALL!!!!!!

IT'S FIRST AND TEN,
AND THE HOME TEAM IS DRIVING,

THE 30,THE 40 , THE 50, WITH EASE.

TOUCHDOWN!!!! 

RAISED ARMS AND HANDS,

OF FANS IN THE STANDS,
AND THE REFEREE.

THEN I REALIZE, AS I STAND THERE,
SHOUTING YES,YES,YES!!!!!!

I WAS ALONE.... BUT CONTENT,
MAKING NOISE.

AS MY ARMS, STILL RAISED,

I CLOSE MY EYES,

THANKING GOD FOR SPORT. 

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The Sport of Fishing

They say that fishing is a sport,
but who wants to compete with a fish?
These small, slimy swimmers
often end up as someone's main dish.
The fish's pea sized brain
is usually fooled by store bought bait.
The only problem for the fisherman
is how long his patience must wait.
A fishing rod and decorated hook
lures the brainless victim to its death.
After its fins slap the human skin,
the fisherman brags with every breath.
A cold blooded fish's defeat
means little on the scoreboard of life.
If fishing is meant to be a sport,
why are the losers chopped up with a knife?

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The sport of kings

The sport of kings

The great sport of kings
They call the race game
Where horse is mistreated
For money and fame
These greedy rich people
They don’t care at all
That this sport so respected
Is so bloody cruel.

They keep they each horse
To pine by itself
With no herd to run with
They rob him of health
He suffers from ulcers
From the stuff they, he feed
They call the horse wastage
When he don’t fill their need.

Each race causes bleeding
To the poor horses lungs
As they push him so hard
So the damage is done
It takes toll on his tendons
His joints, and his bones
 Then maybe they’ll shoot him
Are their hearts made of stone?

When he’s no more use
He makes a good feed
He no longer is wanted
He don’t fill their need
So he ends up as pet food
That’s how much they care
They call us humane
Yet this is quite rare!!.

6 November 2013 @ 1210hrs.




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British Sport I say

We invented cricket and football
And guess what we useless at them all
We loose every game 
Drives the supporters insane
But we good for an after game brawl

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The Men Sport of Persevering

The feeling of getting rocked for the first time is 
like losing your virginity. How I rise from the producers
decides if I like going down or hate getting up.

Yeah, they saw it. Eyes on me. The ubiquitous 
air is still hear. My ascetic body
still functions on this field of men.

Fighting for friends, flying around full speed.
Go! Go! Go! Epitomizes our support.
The brain yells stop, but the heart whispers fight.

Hard work minus teamwork equals intact pants.
Hard work plus teamwork squared equals a smile.
Perspiration in the eye, never felt better.

The weakest link of our chain better power up
because he who pays the piper will call this tune.
Turns out, I couldn’t cry over spilt milk, if it didn’t spill.

As celebratory we were, we endeavor to looked opportunity
in the eye and purloin her work clothes, 
before she is out of sight and out of mind

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A Winter Sport--double acrostic--

Amidst the cold climate we enjoyed sled riding.
We also had so much fun building an igloo.
I felt alive in those days, hardly any woes.
Now you may say that this is no sport at all.
Take heed that even the Olympics have these.
Every winter so many do this thing that I bid,
Racing, swaying, these and more we did savor.
Sled riding is easier, though many enjoy to ski.
Pleasant fresh aromas of winter always spread.
Outward and inward like a bitter cold safari.
Riding upon a sled by setting or lying down,
Takes control of our lives in childlike blessing.


My first double acrostic,,,inspired by a contest,,,first letter of each sentence spells out title and the last letter in each sentence spells out the subject..

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Ancient Sport of Egypt

There was a bated hush over the arena
people watched the warriors fight the lion
it was a battle royal, much needed was stamina
they could not complete their task without it

Fearful of his power and strength
they fought mightily to overcome him
knowing if he got loose he would attack
ripping them from limb to bloody limb

The crowd gasped in hot excitement
secretly they wanted the lion to break free
they were there for blood, the more the better
just so long as it was not their own

The fight carried on some men mauled
as the lion tugged them close
bleeding they were carried off
more warriors took their place


Cheers go up as the mighty lion is overpowered
legs bound up he roars in frustration
the warriors stand round jeering
one grasps his spear and strikes deep

The lion gives a final defiant roar
as he lies blood pouring out
he starts to shake with shock
as his heart pumps to a stop

The smell of battle sweat and blood
hang heavily in the air intoxicating
the cheers fade to a silent respect
the honor that is paid to a worthy foe

written 12/01/2013

contest Ancient Egypt


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BE A SPORT TAKE ALL THE KIDS OUT

its summer
be a sport bummer
black white 
do it right be a shinning light
no doudt
BE A SPORT
TAKE ALL THE KIDS OUT