The Champ
A ring's the thing
of which you've dreamed
A fitting culmination
to a season's perspiration
Ticker-tape parade is next
Wild cheers, the subtext
Hit the banquet circuit hard
To your frame you add some lard
A new season begins
Your team can't buy a win
The fans jeer and boo
at an out-of-shape you
You sweat and you strain
but all hope's down the drain
The lesson you've learned?
~ Those boos were well-earned
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