Challenge

I challenge I propose to you and I,

Of difficult demeanor it may be,

But of fun games as games lie.

We practice together or apart,

But better we become,

Perhaps a change of heart.

In trice months time we shall hold,

To accomplish this task together,

The winner a trophy of privileged brag and blow and of gold.

The loser of this challenge will be sorry,

It is him people will pity,

For his outcome will be gory.

Take heart dear coz!

My riddle is just to tense,

But better people by the end I hope we will please!

The End

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