March 13

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