Umpire Time has chased from the playing field
Harmattan: the queer, rough and nasty player.
He goes after him and a red card does wield,
Shouting:'He's hurting our game, this fella!
'He scrapes shins,breaks skin, knocks knees and cracks lips;
He doesn't know how a good sportsman to be.
He kicks the trees on the heads, then nips;
Clumsy and dirty player indeed is he!'
Time returns with Wind, that ageless bouncer,
Who throws out all Harmattan left behind;
Then he sends out bee as the announcer:
Paratrooper Rain henceforth the field would mind.
The birds and trees all cheer the long ban
Umpire Time does hand down to Harmattan.
A contest entry
- Get Gold This Time For Your Rhyme by piccola.
400 points, ended April 22, 2008, 15 entries
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I too like the line, "wind the ageless bouncer" this is a kewl poem and it was a pleasure to read. Thank you for your entry. The idea of the contest was for people with silver, bronze or Hms to enter and try for gold because that is all I am awarding. I don't see that this has won anything previously though.
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"Time returns with Wind, that ageless bouncer,
Who throws out all Harmattan left behind;
Then he sends out bee as the announcer:
Paratrooper Rain henceforth the field would mind.
" wind, the ageless bouncer! cool!
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