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| My attempt -- finally! Would this qualify as a La Charta Epinicia? (Please note accuracy of meter. It's supposed to be in iambic tetrameter.) Odd Lessons from School The beads of sweat upon my brow Is not enough for him to cow My spirit nor to make me bow. Oh no, this I'd never allow. For I am made of better stuff, And, boy, I mean, I had enough! That stinkin' twerp -- he had the gall To trip me up and make me fall. I'll settle this once and for all, 'Cuz I am strong though I ain't tall. A wrestlin' match is all I need To cut his pride and make it bleed! We push and shove with all our might. I fake a left but come back right, And lock him in a choke so tight That he taps out without a fight. For somebody who thinks he's cool, That loser ended up the fool! Without his credibility, His days are cloaked in misery. Regretting his stupidity, He wished he'd never mess with me. Though bullies like to act real tough, They're weak inside -- just call their bluff! Thanks, Dave! ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** |