Break Time

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 It’s break time,
It’s here at last,
Now we get to
Start the match.
The boys ran on
To the pitch,
A little boy
Fell down a ditch.
No one stopped
To help the guy,
They left him there
To weep and cry.
The boys then made it
To the pitch,
They chose the teams,
We’ve got Mitch.
No you haven’t ,
You silly kid,
He’s with us,
We’ll have Mitch.
If you’ve got Mitch
We’ll have Jack,
No he’s with us,
Give him back!
The game starts up,
Mike kicks the ball,
It smashes a window
In the hall.
The bell then goes,
No one won,
Miss comes out,
What have you done?
You smashed a window,
You’ll have to pay,
I want the money
At the end of the day.
Leon Howell Ex-7B

Source: https://footballpoets.org/poems/break-time/