Ready, Set, Go and Heave Became Heard
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Young hands gripped the red raw rope,
For a fight to the ultimate death,
Each team to march, to a tantric tune,
Stabbing a stomp of feet with each breathe.
Ready, set, go! and the “Heave!” was heard,
The rope: a tightrope on which one could walk.
All attention and teamwork was focused too,
To fly the black flag over chalk.
Team A had the anabolic anchor,
Team B, well, they had none.
Team B’s anchor was a simple idea,
An idea that weighed a ton.
One-two-three-pull, one-two-three-pull,
A strategy both primal and tame,
Lead to dragging Team A’s defiant defence,
And winning the war of a game.
Copyright © Lewis Raynes | Year Posted 2017
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