The Galaxy, deep, in the thick fog of Los Angeles,
Hoisting not where the bright torch of triumph,
Gazed, sadly at the Torontos goalie as he stole the win.
Beckham and co-leagues, broken legged.
The Galaxy, a three goal to two loss on their own turf,
Longed to shine like a cyan star, once again;
Their wails failed to trickle to heaven for God to hear.
The Galaxy, in the long afternoon of woe,
Sank, though, Landon Donovan wacked two in.
Shimmered with shame and glimmered like a dying ember,
The Galaxy breathed shallowly for now.