Hari Kari Croquet
¶ 1
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I read the dismal stats at season’s end.
Our rival’s captain holds the cup in hand.
And now the thought that maybe I should spend
My weekends playing croquet with my friends,
¶ 2
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Or learning how to crochet with my friends.
Each year these disappointments without end
Make this frustrated fist out of my hand.
To balance books we’ll have to sell to spend.
¶ 3
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Economies of scale prove that the spend
Must be on players who are near the end
Of journeymen careers needing a hand
To lift them leagues above their present friends.
¶ 4
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I would not seek promotion cap in hand.
I’d only borrow so that I could spend
On going to the football with my friends-
To laugh and cry until the bitter end.
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