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!