The victory with the senior class shall remain
With a smile, a cheer, we watch the events
And with every challenge overcome we repent
For last years loss, whether fair or not
This years trophy is the jewel we sought
Just like Job, whose patience, and will remained
Those key qualities are what led to our reign
The spirit, the face paint, adrenaline and chants
All the other grades were burnt just like ants
The grade coming together for what seems like once
Our desire to participate appears in abundance
We were haunted by devastation of the year before
But now we've been given the to even the score
And that day we walked with grins on our faces
For we had just put all classes in their places
I can relate to this poem both because it describes and hype of that week and because it was well written woooo!!!!!!!!
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