We Fought

w c

We Fought

 

We were the lions

And they were the goats

Opponents on a Friday night

Looking to impress the coach

 

We played every year

Sometimes for the district title

And the fans all cheered

As we battled hard our rival

 

The fans thought it was great

The way that we fought

In a battle the same

As a veteran they thought

 

After we’d come to understand

What good sports would do

The players all shook hands

When the game was through

 

Our players and the vets

Were each part of a team

And we fought our very best

When pushed to an extreme

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  • Author: w c (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 31st, 2019 20:57
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  • Goldfinch60

    It is so important that on the field the battle is fought but as soon as the final whistle is blown all become friends once more.

    • orchidee

      Yes usually, Gold! I saw a footie match on telly recently. Some arguing among players during AND after the match. A fight nearly broke out even after the game.

      • Goldfinch60

        Well that is Soccer for you a bunch of cheats all being overpaid and wanting there own way. Unlike Rugby - " A game for hooligans played by gentlemen".

        • w c

          I'm always surprised after MMA (mixed martial arts) fights. They pummel each other for a while, and then hug each other when they're through!

          • w c

            I'm always surprised watching a MMA (mixed martial arts) fight. They bloody each other for a while, and then hug as if they were best friends!

            • orchidee

              Yes, and what is the point of boxing? Two men, or women even, bashing each other.

              • w c

                They're our modern day gladiators.

              • orchidee

                A fine write w c. You in that pic?!

                • w c

                  Thanks, orchidee. I am not in the picture, but I played with guys that looked just like them!



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