Showdown
Whoa, ship ahoy, girls can play this game.
So we’re not a boy, we’ll win just the same.
Yo, like Hatfield/McCoy, choose sides, your name.
Go balloon convoy, water’s our claim to fame.
Though the weapon’s a toy, take careful aim;
Throw smart, redeploy or we'll lose in shame.
No fair playing coy or casting blame;
Slow down and enjoy the reason we came.
What's to win (or lose) in water balloon fights.
June 30, 2020
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