A poem for the main block

[Hoagie]

The Grenadiers have glamour,
The Folk in Green have grace,
But if you step to the main block
we'll smash you in the face.

We need no sparkly magic,
nor sneak-thief dead of night,
because up against the main block
you're guaranteed a fight.

Green and bronze and fancy frills
we do not need to wear.
We've black and steel and tan and shields,
and a Commander with no hair.

So do not be so quick to leave
your main block friends behind.
A squad may bring you new brothers
but for now, you're one of mine.