Messi, at the death, shrugged off the knocks
and was, by far, the fastest off the blocks,
just as the final bell was nearly chiming.
Passed to di Maria in the box,
he of sweet left foot and shaven locks,
whose cannon shot was ready for the priming.
The Swiss were like a team of shell-shocked crocks,
hens outwitted by a crafty fox
and back from this late blow there was no climbing.
They nearly pulled off one of the great shocks,
but for a country famous for its clocks,
it really was a lousy piece of timing.