The following cypher was performed in front of a live audience (of two cats), delivered extemporaneously to commemorate the historic family feud fought by Floridians whose Jeers and Blunders will echo through the cloud-y Halls of the Internet until somebody accidentally unplugs the server rack and backup arrays that have this paged cached.
The strangers to my right were really quite polite,
and here I didn't think they'd even play!
With their keen insightful questions starting: "Sir!" with every mention
surely brains and heart would aid them on their way.
But alas, from the beginning, what opposed their hopes of winning
was a chasm formed by chance and happenstance.
Lacking one big enough table, our initiates weRen't able
to triv' as one. All was war and none romance!
Gentle reader, do envision what a ghastly dread incision
is that wound inflicted by one's family.
Naive babies kept from crying whilst their parents' hopes lay dying,
Innocent, they didn't help, yet didn't flee.
As with "all good things": so bad ones. It all ends, and so a sad son's
Public loss to his own blood he must live down.
For if not, he'll get but madness from that trivial unradness
When family slew family for silver crown.
|Game Rank||Team #||Team Name||Score||Teams Beaten||Team Beat Average|
|2||The Pikey Blunders||63||7||0.875|
|3||12249||Very Nice and Polite People||61||6||0.750|
|7||Bowl of Jeers||49||2||0.250|