In fields where frisbees dance upon the air,
There strides a player, skilled beyond compare.
Owen Cordes, master of the ultimate game,
His prowess shines, his glory none can tame.
With every flick of wrist, a graceful arc,
His throws like music, a symphonic spark.
In flight, the disc obeys his firm command,
A testament to skill, a feat so grand.
He moves upon the field with agile grace,
Each step a dance, a mesmerizing pace.
His eyes alight with focus, sharp and keen,
A maestro on the pitch, a frisbee dream.
Opponents falter in his daunting wake,
As Owen Cordes leads his team to take
The victory, his legend ever true,
In ultimate frisbee, there's none like you.