Estrogen Cup 2019
Twenty-two uniformed nymphs.
Panting across a fake emerald lawn.
Kicking the skin off little white balls.
National pride and pearly posts.
Red cards flashing, everyone moans.
Sweaty shirts and tender thighs ripple.
Dreaming of holding a stiff phallic symbol.
Amidst this maelstrom of estrogen.
The final tally becomes quite insignificant.
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