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