Oh, why not

Shin on shin
They crash
Brittle and thin
Bones clash

Imagine that pain
That earsplitting noise
Two shattered frames
Those poor boys

Sadly, they can't see
They do not realise:
Their prize
Is me, and I'm fickle as can be

Their efforts are in vain
Their tries alas
All that pain...
For a temporary lass.

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