They begin to drop from the sky.
Some land not as softly as they would like. A metal of valor will be issued
The young niece knows that form is eveything.
Someone's gotta school these suckas- might as well be me.
A competitive bunch, each boule was measured and remeasured. Fights ensued, only a dance-off could keep blood from being shed.
2 comments:
I love the word Petanque.
I like how it looks... I like how it sounds... and I pray my life never depends on my playing it publicly someday.
very, very jealous.
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