Three colours go one place,

To be scrunched out of fear and pain.

Seeking the winner’s exhilarated face.

The stores around the free screen close before

The whole clamour breaks their retail

Perhaps they wish at home to voyeur too.

Only T’s and whistles coin.

Loud and loud and even louder goes tha shouting round.

Oh kid I wish you drop dead!

For whistling in my ear that uproar

What matters celebrating a-forehand?

Dark it went, they fought.

And the losing party brokenhearted.

The happy ones had no mind to those who failed.

Not even knew how easily fooled themselves

For an excess of pride

Without backing with routine discipline

Means the dream crashing in the midst of dancing!