Maybe a sonnet is the thing
Maybe that means I will not lose
To gain this ever elusive win
To have the victory I choose
I win, I win, I love this game
Rejoice, rejoice, it's just so great
To not win now would be a shame
Like an old balloon it would me deflate
If another now would steal my joy
But none would be so churlish
I may cry like a little boy
Who has been told he was girlish
The win is mine and mine alone
I sit ennobled on my throne!
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