To reduce the size of his frame,
He took to this very manly game,
Took as long as twenty years,
And a few friends to kill his fears.
He played, He was pushed around,
Everyone knew he was a rookie,
But he stayed on, stood his ground,
Oh Yes! He was a tough cookie.
He tried to stop the opposition's advance,
Like a seasoned warrior in a trance,
Pushed again, this time he fell,
This time his leg hurt like hell.
Saw him next on the hospital bed,
The bones of his foot stuck in a threesome,
Went under the knife with a calm head,
He was ready to get back home.
Dedicated to "Moote" Vinod DN, saluting his enthusiasm and spirit.. Get well soon da
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