Gold

by Bored One   May 26, 2008


That night of nights,
A yearly tradition,
We sat in fright,
To hear the judge's decision,

We walked in with nothing,
Other than hope and prayers,
We hoped to get something,
For the pride of all players,

We won,
I was amazed,
Seven awards with place one,
Awards all groups crazed,

Invited we were,
To perform with the best,
Only to occur,
When we beat the rest,

On the trip back,
We could not rest,
We were an excited pack,
To be the best,

A most beautiful miracle,
This night is unforgettable,
We felt like heroes,
Conquering over the zeros.

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