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I don't need to introduce this. It;s the Short Poem Competition. I give you a word, you create literary verse about it and then, magically, a winner is produced. The winning date shall not be announced. Ever.
The words you have to base your brilliance around are below
'(Park) Bench'
Get styling, you hip young cats.
WINNER
Ashman wrote:
> Playing for the jersey
>
> The yellow slides over skin,
> New day, new match, new chances.
> Strolling upon a fresh green pitch,
> Supporters aim their glances.
>
> The jersey owns me, I play for it,
> I love the Crew, I’m Columbus bred.
> It runs deep inside me, yellow blood,
> Without this passion I would be dead.
>
> Give me the ball; a sphere of chance.
> Give me a yard.
> Half a yard.
> Give me anything.
> I want to give the Crew what they deserve.
>
> ”I play for the jersey. I love Columbus.”
>
> And the shirt comes off.
> The gloves removed.
> Buddle twelve.
> CROO APPROVED.
>
> bench
The words you have to base your brilliance around are below
'(Park) Bench'
Get styling, you hip young cats.
WINNER
Ashman wrote:
> Playing for the jersey
>
> The yellow slides over skin,
> New day, new match, new chances.
> Strolling upon a fresh green pitch,
> Supporters aim their glances.
>
> The jersey owns me, I play for it,
> I love the Crew, I’m Columbus bred.
> It runs deep inside me, yellow blood,
> Without this passion I would be dead.
>
> Give me the ball; a sphere of chance.
> Give me a yard.
> Half a yard.
> Give me anything.
> I want to give the Crew what they deserve.
>
> ”I play for the jersey. I love Columbus.”
>
> And the shirt comes off.
> The gloves removed.
> Buddle twelve.
> CROO APPROVED.
>
> bench
Page:
Bench á la Park
Darkness covering your oak body
The night caressing your bland edges
Covered with names, loves, dates
I want to sit on your face
Darkness covering your oak body
The night caressing your bland edges
Covered with names, loves, dates
I want to sit on your face
I don't need to introduce this. It;s the Short Poem Competition. I give you a word, you create literary verse about it and then, magically, a winner is produced. The winning date shall not be announced. Ever.
The words you have to base your brilliance around are below
'(Park) Bench'
Get styling, you hip young cats.
WINNER
Ashman wrote:
> Playing for the jersey
>
> The yellow slides over skin,
> New day, new match, new chances.
> Strolling upon a fresh green pitch,
> Supporters aim their glances.
>
> The jersey owns me, I play for it,
> I love the Crew, I’m Columbus bred.
> It runs deep inside me, yellow blood,
> Without this passion I would be dead.
>
> Give me the ball; a sphere of chance.
> Give me a yard.
> Half a yard.
> Give me anything.
> I want to give the Crew what they deserve.
>
> ”I play for the jersey. I love Columbus.”
>
> And the shirt comes off.
> The gloves removed.
> Buddle twelve.
> CROO APPROVED.
>
> bench
The words you have to base your brilliance around are below
'(Park) Bench'
Get styling, you hip young cats.
WINNER
Ashman wrote:
> Playing for the jersey
>
> The yellow slides over skin,
> New day, new match, new chances.
> Strolling upon a fresh green pitch,
> Supporters aim their glances.
>
> The jersey owns me, I play for it,
> I love the Crew, I’m Columbus bred.
> It runs deep inside me, yellow blood,
> Without this passion I would be dead.
>
> Give me the ball; a sphere of chance.
> Give me a yard.
> Half a yard.
> Give me anything.
> I want to give the Crew what they deserve.
>
> ”I play for the jersey. I love Columbus.”
>
> And the shirt comes off.
> The gloves removed.
> Buddle twelve.
> CROO APPROVED.
>
> bench
Page: