You'll recall where you were
When the feathers and fur
Flew wild at the SCG
Near-skinned and near-plucked as they skilled and they lucked
Every muscle and gristle and knee.
A bristling coach with a vivid reproach
An interchange circus for free
Nausea surging at home and away
In the clash of the sash and the vee.
A shuddering post intervenes in a ballet of nothing so coarse as a poem
As blood trickles up it unconsciously flexes, recalling its xylem and phloem
Erupt at the bounce, every pound, every ounce
Gasping for oxygen Sherrin.
Grasping at truth, elusive forsooth. I've eaten another red herring.
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