To Great Britain Flown
You'll shudder at the sight of the stone!
A massive boulder, still it was thrown,
Steven hitting forcing out a groan,
As though to pieces he had just been blown!
Steven to Great Britain has been flown
His hospital bill their Union's loan;
Pains from bruised scalp continually grown,
Damage suspected to cranial bone...
Not much about attacker is known;
He's amusedly called on the phone,
For apologies in wretch's tone.
So, what has pale dying Steven done,
Attackers play - acting not real fun?.
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