Saturday 19 March 2011

What's a life without soccer?-Poem


Don’t have an idea of cricket grasshopper,
But what’s a life without soccer.

It’s really not a waste of time,
Even if 45 minutes is one half time.

Don’t you know the top players silly?
Soccer is the source where from they get many pennies.

I think you envy the game,
And even if you do then you’re lame.

At last I just want to say for my rest,
East or West soccer is the best.




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