World cup fever,
all over the place.
Cars garnished,
Painted faces.
Why do we bother?
Why do we fret?
The ball will be kicked,
Into each others net.
We’ll all despair,
At our side’s play
And heap praise
On the other’s lucky day!
We’ll all go mad,
rant and rave.
No matter the outcome
we’ll all be brave.
Comments
hilary west | June 14, 2010 - 09:51
Does it have anything to do with the toilet, or is that merely incidental ?
PipMic | June 14, 2010 - 11:32
is that a joke? but hey... poetry is all about filling the empty gaps with a bit of imagination!
maggyvaneijk | June 15, 2010 - 11:45
Nice playful rhythm! I don't see any further references to a toilet, apart from the title :)
PipMic | June 15, 2010 - 12:45
Thanks, just a play with words. That was all. Perhaps capture the imagination!! lol