The Football worldcup is on,
The results change like a chameleon,
Sometimes the best team lose and get out,
Sometimes lower ranked teams get to shout.
Some coaches get frustrated,
Some are under rated,
Some are involved in a heated exchange,
Some are think they’re totally cheated.
Some players shock the coaches,
Some coaches shock the players,
Sometimes the referee gives a red card,
Or sometimes a yellow card.
Everyone loves soccer in Africa,
Everyone uses vuvezelas,
It disturbs the players a lot,
More than the Jabulani ball.
Some believe the “Hand Of GOD”,
Some believe their teams are the Lord,
Some bet on their teams,
And if the team loses,run away in fear!!
All teams are equal here,
All teams are feared,
If your team finishes last,
Don’t say “Oh My Dear!”
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Author:
SUDARSHAN (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: WRITTEN PRIOR TO THE START OF THE WORLD CUP. PLEASE COMMENT AND RATE THANKS.
- Category: Children
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Comments1
Very fascinating assessment and tribute to the world cup! Your end-rhyming is always pleasant, thus where it deviates or seems to cease momentarily, it is disappointing. I quite enjoyed this depiction of the world cup, combined with the fitting image. Great job/Excellent!!!
THANKS.
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