The Game
For thirty nine days, some of you stayed,
while others went away
It's not whether you win or lose,
It's in how you play the game
You sailed to Samoa,
on a wooden sailing ship
now it's down to four of you,
of the many who made the trip
The challenges you all endured,
sleeping out in the rain
for some of, you barely ate,
two of you felt the pain
Some played the game so ruthlessly,
not caring who they hurt
Some of you wore bikini's,
Some went without a shirt
Now it's down to the final three,
Foa, Foa pulled it off
When you voted off the last Galu,
it made the jury scoff
Russell, Natalie and Mick are left,
to sit before the jury
they told you all the way they feel,
questions come in such a fury
There is no more immunity,
you three are on your own
to see just how the jury votes,
and take the million dollars home
I watched Jeff, as he read the votes,
Russell thought, he could not be beat
but in the end he didn't win,
it went to Natalie!
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
