The Victors

On the Board of Victors, way up in the blue,
The Wolverines were chatting of all they thought and knew.

They argued about politics, Trump and Canada too,
And whether fascists, socialists, or somebody else would woo.

They talked of football safeties and how the team might fare,
Of Bryce trains, Iowa games, and touchdowns in the air.

One poster praised some sushi.
One poster made red sauce.
One planned a ride through Oahu,
Ignoring workman's loss.

There were debates on airport showers,
And self-check lanes that crawl,
And whether baseball analytics
Improved the game at all.

A fellow thanked brave Nikos,
Who built the board anew.
The boomers cheered their read marks,
And dark mode lovers too.

They pondered travel partners,
And which poster they'd select,
Though several nominations seemed
A little disrespect.

They mourned a few obituaries,
Discussed a shocking crime,
Then somehow switched to Jennifer Connelly
In almost record time.

One poster simply shouted,
"I FARTED!" loud and clear.
The crowd replied with puns and laughs,
As if they'd trained all year.

So what is The Victors board?
A sports bar mixed with class,
Where Michigan football, world events,
And bodily functions pass.

Where every thread begins one way,
Then wanders far astray—
A thousand Wolverines online
With lots and lots to say.