Marco! Polo! The game was getting tense
Flailing limbs and bruised noses and cunning defence
The giant frame of Coops loomed ominously closer
Me, Sav, Abi and Dunstan a collective 'no Sir'
I dove deep, too deep, now I'm stuck under the giant weight
Of Coops, who realises he has me trapped, I am sharkbait
A hand shoots down, a whisker away, and now I see a gap
I escape! I'm free but spent, we all go take a nap