Cassie stood in the dock
Wearing a vibrant dark brown frock
Lime green tassels set to swing
And from her top a tight twined string
Accused, said the dark coated dignity
Of bopping your brother
Of cracking his shell
Destroying his grip
Setting him free
Thence he fell
DEAD
How do you plead?
I did do that, Cassie said
Indeed, I killed my brother dead
Smashed him to pieces
Can’t now be picked up
And thus I win the Champion’s Cup!
Inspired by that wonderful schoolboys’ game of conkers. No girls allowed. Huh!
crispina kemp 
Lol! A violent game.
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It is
😄😄😄
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You know the dangers when they’re issuing goggles from the science lab for safety – and don’t remind me of the “Stompsies” rule
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😳😳😳
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I’m surprised it hasn’t been banned in these days of nannying the snowflakes
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Lol! Perhaps it will be in future.
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I have no doubt about that. Such a shame
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Yes, t that’s true
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🤔🙄
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Excellent Crispina … A dark tale of fratricide 💜💜
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What else can you do with a game of conkers!
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😱😱😱
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I love the punning aspect
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Dont know what that game is. but sounds fun! Another good one Crispina!
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Thank you, Frank.
I repeat what I told Violet. The Game: Take a conker, drive hole through it, thread onto a string. Now use it to hit opponent’s conker. Winner is the one whose conker isn’t smashed to pieces.
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I am not familiar with the game- but if you get to conk people on the head count me in! I love this!
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It’s told from perspective of the conkers. The Game: Take a conker, drive hole through it, thread onto a string. Now use it to hit opponent’s conker. Winner is the one whose conker isn’t smashed to pieces.
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