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I’m the Football

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Forced to move around.
Ow, the pain to be kicked,
Oh, it hurts so bad.
Trying to land steadily,
Bouncing off players boots
Alway soaring through the air.
Lying on the ground so still.
Landing in the net.

Notes

I wrote this poem because of the World cup and also because our school won the small schools’ football tournament.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/im-the-football/