my friend non calls me the super striker.
wrong, i say, for compared to her
i’m not super, i’m not world class
now listen. let me tell you who is.
she’s the one, though rather small
can grow so big, and fill her goal
angles and shots impossible to reach
impossible, i said? no, not for her.
so there. i’ve told you,
who WILL be world class
my phenomenal friend
even with red knees, and astro-hate