In vineyard's bosom, white nectar doth flow,
Lively, versatile, value in a bow.
Gradeau la vie, such is the wine's glow,
The draught at hand, ye ought to know.

A game of strength, fierce rivalry set,
Wolverines triumphant, victory met.
Harbaugh absent, yet no regret,
In the heart of battle, their fate was met.

Meta's machinations in the open air,
Quill pens scribe of teen's despair.
In beastly web, caution, beware,
Innocence ensnared in guileful snare.

by Guillemette de Ventadour

a centaur