Chew with the Goo-Goose

a one line poem in response to this prompt by Terijo for Chalkboard

Photo by Mpho Mojapelo on Unsplash

Battles parachute teams
home or away, decided by followers
who dismiss allied hues to make all colors, 
random numbers generate more chaos, 
following the coin dictates the who
in an air toss, a fumble is all
it takes to join the rest 
in the pond, giving 
away nothing.

Forgive me, there’s been a bit too much Suess in my head of late. 
It’s a condition I’m getting looked into. ;)

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