Shock, Scrapper, Blisters
by Bob Grant
They play with their games – they play with their toys.
They beat on their chests – they roar in the air,
They drink with their friends – they brag on their pair.
They talk of their sports – they speak of their work,
They stray from their mate – that’s when they’re a jerk.
Mates can be mad – Mates can be sad,
Mates can be cad – Mates can be bad.
Mates can make a plan of their own,
To chill that cheater right to the bone.
A game like Rock, Paper, Scissors –