When God deigns to watch soccer He sits on the fence, While you clasp your palms in prayer He looks askance.
The referee mouths his whistle He rules the verdict on the field, While the player in despair knows To his card, he has to yield.
The spectators scream in frenzy And the fans ape their heroes, While the arena is ablaze With a kaleidoscope of painted faces.
Cries of 'goal' fill the air It's a month of living soccer, While the winners hold the Cup high The losers gasp in disbelief and horror.
Four years of waiting has to pass For soccer season to come round again, While the players run and sweat Both punter and bookie hope to make a gain.
21 Nov 2007
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