Wanna help me finish this?
I've got to retain the meter (Iambic tetrameter, except on line 5 of each stanza, which need only be 8 syllables), alliterative scheme (three or four uses of a single consonant per line, on the lifts, except on line 5 of each stanza), and rhyme scheme (aabbb).
A savage seven-second story,
A gritty grind, a gory glory.
And when it's o'er, what's been won?
Some dirt, and dust, scant damage done.
Then form on up for another scrum.
On football fields long wars are fought.
For public pride and praise and nought.
A hundred howling hectic fights,
At worst a woeful weekday flight.
Frankly, as wars go, that's alright.