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Revenge

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 In monotone,
He liked to moan
At every referee.
Mouth open wide,
He oft decried
The very smallest free.
He’d make complaints
Without restraint
And sent officials praying
That he’d get sick
Or get a kick
To render him non-playing.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 And then one day,
Match underway,
It happened in a jiffy.
As usual he’d
Been loud indeed,
When whistles had been iffy.
Part of the wall,
The fierce struck ball
Came speeding like a bullet.
And struck his face
With perfect grace
And vanished down his gullet.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Jawbones dropped,
As players stopped
In puzzled consternation,
And no-one knew
Quite what to do,
And sought adjudication.
The ref just mused,
“A mite confused,”
He earnestly confided.
Then, like a child,
He broadly smiled,
“Keep playing!” he decided.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 To get the ball,
A free for all
Then noisily ensued.
The man was gutted,
Kicked and butted,
With artistry quite crude.
One team tried
To claim offside,
The other paid no heed,
And booted him
With vigour, vim
And viciousness indeed.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 To and fro
The play would go,
The player pleading mercy.
This human ball
Was full of gall,
And also vicey versy.
And all the while,
The ref did smile,
And watched with rapt attention.
Revenge complete,
It tasted sweet,
And garnered no dissention.

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Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/revenge/