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Conkers.
A hush fell on the playground
as I held my string up high.
The opposition studied,
then let their best shot fly.
The whistle of the wind
my anticipation mounted,
feeling that great whack
then wondering if it counted.
The string flew back and forth
it slowed and then did cease.
I looked down at the end
it was still in one piece.
Now it was my turn
His conker had a crack.
I pushed his arm up higher
and gave out my best attack.
His conker split in two
and shot across the ground.
A great roar then went up
and the crowd all gathered round.
I was the champ at last
the winner of the game
and oh how I enjoyed
the spotlight and the fame.
The secret is you see
and this is not a joke,
you get some vinegar
and leave a day to soak.
They harden like a brick
and then you can"t be beat.
My Grand Pa told me this
and boy it works a treat.
I have never won at much
and you can call me bonkers
but I will not forget
the day I won at conkers.
