Conkers Poem by Mark Heathcote

Life is like a game of conkers
sometimes, you feel badly matched
not tough enough for those conquers
who'll leave you all too easily dispatched?

Maybe I haven't hardened up enough.
Maybe I need soaking in brown vinegar.
Maybe my skin isn't thick enough.
Maybe I'm just a 10er to their 100er.

But isn't life like a game of conkers
the cheaters-always don't they do much better
With all that said, haven't you got to be bonkers?
Wanting willingly, wanting to play conkers.