A sudden rush-of-wind,
Papers flutter by
Found it, VICTORY!
I cry, my sudden rush-of-jubilance
A thousand fluttering doves (flying by)
Yet sanity, over the clichés starts to rise and I see myself,
The loss of dough, perhaps above
The recommended level, for such a thing and yet
I feel no sorrow,
As my sudden rush-of-jubilance
My sudden rush-of-joy
Overcomes this sadness. The victory is worth it
Always always worth it
The hunt can only be outmatched by one thing. Yes.