The lions are running behind him,
But the dog is fearless,
He was running as he was,
Going upstairs on a terrace.
The lions kick the dog,
The referee says it’s a foul,
Oh, it’s a free kick,
The lions roar and scowl.
The dog comes running,
The lions get ready,
The dog hits the ball,
It goes as if a magic was put on it already.
It bends like a Beckham kick,
The defenders just kept seeing the ball,
They could do nothing,
The ball was bending a lot.
The ball moves towards the post,
The keeper moves to the right side,
To stop the ball,
And put it aside.
But Oh!, It’s a brilliant shoot,
Straight into the goal,
So powerful,
The net now has a hole.
The hole is still there,
The humans think Ronaldo did it,
But the animals know,
About the legendary free kick.
- Author: SUDARSHAN (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: February 23rd, 2011 04:03
- Category: Children
- Views: 32
- Users favorite of this poem: Cheeky Missy
Comments2
Sweet! I quite enjoyed this! Delightful! Excellent.
Thanks.
Kindly go through my following poems too:
1) The Election
2)Nature's Power
Please opine on this too. I think you have missed it.
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