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Cheryl Shelly the Slushie Slinger


by weiyannn

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As The Month of Relaxing draws near,

Cheryl Shelly knows that her days of relaxation will be put on hold.

It’s once again that time of the year -

The Altador Cup, the biggest sports event where all teams fight for the top gold.

But while the teams give it their all on the field,

Cheryl Shelly has her own battle at the concession.

Through the years, she has grown a heart of steel,

From Dealing with manic fans and their wild aggression.

She gets up from her chair and stretches her arms up high and far.

You may not believe it, but this is her own sport!

Slinging the slushies across the bar,

Is just like tossing a Yooyuball across the court.

Twist, turn, sling, and repeat.

That will be Cheryl Shelly’s days during the Cup.

Barely having time for a break or something to eat,

Why doesn’t she have any backup?!

Thankfully, only three flavours are served.

What if there were five, or ten, or seventy?!

Just the thought of it makes Cheryl Shelly unnerved,

So for now she counts her blessings in one, two, three.

Whether you support Meridell or Shenkuu,

Or are you just here to see the sights of Altador,

Don’t underestimate what one Tuskaninny can do,

Slinging slushies is not just slushies, but so much more.

And through it all, she takes it in stride.

She’ll do it now, and she did it then.

Slinging slushies is her pride!

And if Cheryl Shelly can’t do it, no one can!

 
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