The pride, the honour, 2016 success
The laurels wrest.
The plaudits for this poacher,
Who'd made greatest game keeper!
Reformed, but now returned;
This Christmas card in festive shade,
Beating red brest robbing him of praise
The rose drained of its colour
Red blooded mist. The sweat now turned to tears:
What end to perfect year!
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