We were to Reach our Goal in steps and stages,
Every single bungle Counts in Roars and Rages.
All the galore, and
the inestimable frenzy,
Now Feels like a lover's nipped off Daisy.
The obnoxious retorts seem to be wheezing out,
When the Men In Blue kneeled down in a defamed bout.
With those bucket-load of money, one needs to Pay a Heavy Prize,
Lady Luck isn't always sweet as honey - Yells the world to Sympathize.
I am Proud of my team and a teary-eyed captain who is Indomitable,
The tooth and nail
combat could Never Denounce the Glory Unforgettable.
I am Proud of that Magical blow of a Batsman who Declares it
loud and clear,
Blanched, mourning and quiet - Where goes in waste his brazen cheer?
I am Proud of my Patriots who bit the dust in Blue Blood
Prejudices and Incrimination always Symphonizes with the
stick-in-the-mud.
Our Crying Shame is a Spurious Media that Trends Mortification,
In Gluttony of Succession, Couldn't We Spare Inflaming the Abrasion?
Competitor Swoops in to Overpower,
Reprisal is inbred in Us - Soon a Voice Will Raise Without a Quiver.
Athlete's praxis
still Jingles 'We Won't Give It Back',
The Trophy of Triumph Will be Reinstated with a Kick Smack.
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