Free Kick
¶ 1
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The number ten put down the ball,
A yard outside the box.
The referee paced out the wall,
As he pulled up his socks.
¶ 2
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But as he stood there, quite inert,
The rain came lashing down,
And ran the dye out of his shirt,
Which changed from red to brown.
¶ 3
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The dye then dripped onto the ball
With colourful effect.
The ref then called to one and all,
“This free-kick is dye-wrecked.”
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