A poem

soccer

with the speed
of my feet
ball passed around
is quite neat

the foot gives a flick
balls back
right quick
and off it goes

goal after goal
are kicked
as great shootting spots
are picked


a run from the back
chasing a goal
follows a zig
zaging track

a morris slide
a man down
his pain trying
he is to hide

a red card
is given
of i go
im driven

now on the side
im a wally
i really do
deside

t b c

mark