Now yesterday Alex requested that I write a poem either a) detailing his footballing prowess or b) detailing his footballing suckiness. I have decided to honour this and write a Limerick in dedication to the Hufflepuff Young Boys latest win.
There once was a team of young football players,
Who weren't very good at football and lost games,
They went two nil down due to some calamitous defensive play,
Neither of which was the fault of the goalie,
But fought back and won the match 4-2!
Now I am aware that my poem may not adhere to the correct rhyme scheme or rhythm of a Limerick, but it's hard to accurately recount the details and rhyme with defensive play at the same time. Ah well that's life. I know this blog is intolerably short but this poetry lark really takes it out of me. Also I need the toilet, wait that's weird for me to share over the Internet. Pretend I didn't say that. Instead, also I need to go now for an unspecified, but thoroughly important reason.
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