Back and forth, a check for a cheek;
Which fleshy heavy bag won’t fall?
A test of who will still stand tall;
Bludgeoned now his future is bleak,
Watching such not for sporting weak.
Boring and bland upon a field,
A pristine game, no reckless yield.
Fans want more than a burst for cheer,
Potential violence draws them near,
Praising those leaving on their shield.
Prompted from Ronovan Writes Decima Poetry Challenge Prompt at: https://ronovanwrites.com/2021/06/02/ronovan-writes-decima-poetry-challenge-prompt-no-60-cheek-in-the-a-rhyme-line/.
Prompted from Fandango’s One Word Challenge at: https://fivedotoh.com/2021/06/02/fowc-with-fandango-pristine/.
Prompted from June 2021 Prompts at: https://puttingmyfeetinthedirt.com/2021/06/01/june-2021-writing-prompts/.