A Poem in Six Stanzas. (Gentlemen's Games #1)

Roses are red Gray are some wizards The Masters will win at Rock, Paper, Scissors

Because if we don't We'll make Ivan mad And that will just make Us Masters quite sad

At PRIME 37 A win's what we're after Cause all we want is Ivan's great laughter

We know this promo Needn't be a poem But this is the best Way that we can show 'em

With these final stanzas Our victory is set We sure as hell hope Glue Man Group wasn't your bet

The Gentlemen's Games Is our biggest hurdle Something something something What even rhymes with hurdle?