Phew! I found my poem. Argh! But I forgot to save it so now I have to type it out!!!

Ode to the black jersey'd warriors (ok,ok, corny and lame title)

Echoes of the whistle flow
wielding a double edg'd sword,
seeking to end the flight of the throw,
bringing defeat along one hand's thrust.
Thy heads hang limp o'er the court,
dying it red of sweat and tears.
Cast away was the ball much fought,
a dear friend turned to hated foe.

Jersey doubl'd as dripping cloth,
rais'd to cover the tears of fall.
tradition compels thee doth,
a cheer for the other team.
Ay, sorrow'd tis your cheer,
hath thou warcry been more clear.

Thy sought to bring glory,
to the name upon thy back.
Triumph tis nought solely in the name,
the golden trophy held upon thy head.
Triumph tis nought solely in the fame,
thou burning passion paid.

- Ng Li Hui (Yup, its good to be ego)


OK, give you guys a break. there's actually more but I shall show you mercy!!! This was actually written after we lost the semis to IJ. I actually wrote another poem on my poor sports shoe. Oh, and I was bored when we had a free block so I wrote a funny poem on... you'll never guess...never, I tell you...I wrote...on....on...

THE TOILET!!! (I'll only take that out when the blog is gets desperate to the point that you need a poem on the toilet for entertainment...