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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