Your pokes were stong,
but not so agile.
But some speed was needed,
yes you WEAVILE!
a late come back is what was in need,
and a switch to someone hurt you a lot.
for your counter for IT began to bleed,
and my floating rocks hit the spot.
I see the strategies within your friends,
but a rapid spinner i did not see.
and so this poem ends,
a great battle between you and me.
GG. Good Luck with Hoby![]()
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