Paintball
You ain’t big, and you ain’t clever
When you rampage hell for leather
Through the woods, John Wayne you ain’t
With your gun that fires paint
Spouting stuff like ‘I’m the man’
Acting like you’re Action Man
Must have come as some surprise
Getting splatted twixt the eyes
Serves you right for being a prat
Acting like some spoilt brat
The thing about which my mind boggles
Is why you didn’t wear your goggles
Did it on purpose? Oh no we never
We’re sorry to hear that you’re under the weather
Your team-building mission, turned out to be clever
The laughing we’re doing...
...we’re doing together!
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