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Free Kick

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 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 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 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 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 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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Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/free-kick/