Lost Sol

Sven thought he’d pulled the mighty scoop
But was soon very much in the soup
With barely one debut game to recoup
The colossus had left Notts in the loop
Peter Trembling was hardly cock a hoop
On 40k, no one really raised a whoop
With previous, no need for inside poop
Glaring at the matter through a loupe
Jeremiah was unimpressed by the group
Still sure enough to give one the Croup
With someone feeling on the end of a dupe
Will Sulzeer now regroup?
Maybe retire to a condo in Gaudelope

Number 7
© Emdad Rahman
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