The Moon Pulled Laced Up His Football Boots
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The moon laced up his football boots
The sun went in the goal
And Pluto, Mars and Jupiter
Were Henry, Rooney, Scholes
¶ 2
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The pitch was night the stand was day
The oceans made the crowd
The substitutes a ragged bunch
Of rainbows, hail and clouds!
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The moon he played with speed and verve
With skills sublime and sweet
Pass and move his rhythm wise
And play the ball to feet
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With every touch a masterpiece
Of grace of strength of verve
And when they asked: “How do you feel?”
The moon grinned: “Over the earth!”
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