Football Poets

World Cup 2006 Day Fourteen

¶ 1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Italy 2 Czech Republic 0

¶ 2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 At the World Cup hotel,
The Italians look swell,
Beneath the large chandelier lights.
A team in their prime,
They might stay for some time,
And they’ve booked up an extra few nights.
They chat to the barmen,
Sing snatches from “Carmen”
And generally swagger about,
And they peer o’er their drinks
With theatrical winks,
On seeing Nedved and co. Czeching out.

¶ 3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Ghana 2 USA 1

¶ 4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 Two nations divided by such a wide gulf,
One runs like a lion, one plots like a wolf,
One’s free as a buffalo, cute as a fox,
The other is shackled and whipped like an ox,
One never goes hungry and always eats out,
The other will never grow chunky or stout,
One has more wealth than the other conceives,
The other relies on the aid it receives,
One stands like a meercat, surveying the land,
The other sits down with a bowl in its hand.
One’s high as a kite, while the other is grieving,
One’s facing Brazil, while the other is leaving.

¶ 5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 Brazil 4 Japan 1

¶ 6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 They said Ronaldo
Looked like Nick Faldo
They said his present heaviness was sad,
They took his photo
With Inamoto,
And told us it was like a slimming ad.
They said his belly
Was like a jelly
He was twice the man who played in South Korea.
Yes he was finished
His speed diminished,
The Brazilians had little cause to cheer.

¶ 7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 But now he’s turning, and he’s turning,
And he’s turning, and he’s turning
And he’s turning Japanese,
Ronaldo’s turning Japanese
With clever jinks so.
Turning Japanese,
Ronaldo’s turning Japanese
With clever jinks so.

¶ 8 Leave a comment on verse 8 0 They called him Buddha,
The ground would shudder,
Whenever he would break into a trot.
They were complaining,
He lacked hard training,
And wondered if he should be dropped or not.
He once looked gawky,
Now he was porky,
They said he was an overweight racoon,
He was a goner
Like Maradonna
Looking like a hydrogen balloon.

¶ 9 Leave a comment on verse 9 0 But now he’s turning, and he’s turning,
And he’s turning, and he’s turning
And he’s turning Japanese,
Ronaldo’s turning Japanese
With clever jinks so.
Turning Japanese,
Ronaldo’s turning Japanese
With clever jinks so.

¶ 10 Leave a comment on verse 10 0 No pace, no drive, no zest, no vigour,
It’s sad the way he let his figure
Inflate.
Everyone around him seems so lithe and slender,
Everybody seems to be a great defender,
Everyone.

¶ 11 Leave a comment on verse 11 0 But now he’s turning, and he’s turning,
And he’s turning, and he’s turning
And he’s turning Japanese,
Ronaldo’s turning Japanese
With clever jinks so.
Turning Japanese,
Ronaldo’s turning Japanese
With clever jinks so….

¶ 12 Leave a comment on verse 12 0 Australia 2 Croatia 2

¶ 13 Leave a comment on verse 13 0 How many refs aren’t up to the grade,
And find all the pressure much too hard?
Yes, and how many wrong decisions can be made,
Before a match becomes marred?
Yes, and how many times can your studs be displayed,
Before you’re given a red card?

¶ 14 Leave a comment on verse 14 0 The answer is droll,
Its up to Graham Poll,
The answer is up to Graham Poll.

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