So I lost the conker fight.
My Boss had a much bigger conker, it was a year old.
He'd told me where to find conkers in Prospect Park. When I found the tree last Saturday it was littered with very small conkers.
I smelled a conspiracy but kept quiet, not wanting to upset anything before the big bout.
I would never wish to smear an opponent, I just wonder how the hell he sleeps at night?
Truth be told it was a very close fight, No stampsies, lots of clean hits on both sides. The music teacher did a great job with the organ music. Towards the end both conkers developed large splits, it was simply a case of who connected next.
He did.
Still, I like to think that I have become the 'People's champion' or even better, the 'Children's champion' because children are better than grown up people because they are the future. I lost to 'The Man', I was their underdog. I have had a bunch of kids commiserate with me as I pass through the hallways. Perhaps I shall become their 'Queen of Hearts'.
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Far better to be the "Queen of Hearts" than to be the "Lonesome Loser," who we know is beaten by the Queen of Hearts every time...
You're a lonesome loser right now aren't you, Yankee fan.
Stay away from French chauffeurs and road tunnels.
Hey, my team got its $200 million ass kicked. Tip of my cap to the Tigers, and, I guess, support of the Mets the rest of the way. They're fun to watch anyway.
Yeah!! GO METS!!
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