BALLS
¶ 1
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It’s that time of year again,
Men in shorts
Pulling shirts,
Battling and tackling
Kissing and cuddling
Shooting and shouting.
P-o-s-i-n-g.
Pouting.
Penalty taking.
Muscles aching.
I-n-j-u-r-y faking.
The odd leg breaking.
By the end of the game,
Fans laying the blame—if they lost,
Directors counting the cost
Or jumping for joy if they won,
Celebrating victory goals.
For some it can be serious or fun.
For others
It’s just balls.
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