As all my greatest works are, the mark scheme for the championship was conceived during one of my excruciatingly boring science lessons. The poem, strangely enough, was not.
Chuck them at walls and watch them die.
It pleases me, I don't know why,
To see them soaring through the sky
To hear their squeals and wailing cries
As to the wall they swiftly fly.
I'd like to think that maybe this post will inspire others also to take up this most worthy of pastimes.
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