A brilliant individual;
he didn’t fit the team.
He liked to hog the ball a lot,
would seldom ever pass.
So many a chance went begging,
though he wasn’t different class.
The coach took him aside one day
and told him what he thought.
Tension in the dressing room!
Things got very fraught.
He might have been a genius
But didn’t help the rest of us.
He ended up a substitute
seldom off the bench.
They transferred him eventually
and, though it was a wrench;
the team was stronger over all
for their togetherness.
Andrew Green's Poems 