The Rating Game
If I had made ten
I would have entered again
If I had reached nine
That would have been fine
Of course making eight
would have been great
And certainly seven
I'd be in sheer heaven
For me to make six
Now that would take tricks
And for me making five
Not while I'm still alive
As for me reaching four
I'd dropped dead on the floor
Then me, the top three
That'll be something to see
And then there's that two
That'd, never would do
And if I made One
That would Kill all the fun
Copyright © Jerry T Curtis | Year Posted 2015
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