The Fight

October 21, 2015

One early morning on the court

There were five teens

Who could not agree on a sport

One wanted tennis

So he brought his racket

But the others were being such a menace

Two others wanted baseball

But the rest had came for hoops

And the four of them got into a brawl

The other one did not bother stay

For it was getting rather nasty

And so he ran away

They fought hard and well

Oblivious to anyone who surrounded

Until the principal began to yell

They froze then and there

One in a headlock, one about to punch

And wondered how the principal had gotten here

They slowly untangled each other

While the crowd was ordered off

Their damage they all hoped to cover

Up walked the fifth teen

And he made it clear their story was fake

But the principal told him not to intervene

Then four who had fought

Were marched off

And the fifth thought: Ha! They were caught

That is the end

Except for one thing; that is

The fifth teen got to play tennis with his friend

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