watching euro twenty sixteen
on my twenty four inch screen
some do tackle very clean
no one yet has broken spleen
eleven men on either side
some play narrow, others wide
each team plays with pride
with each pounding bubbly stride
some play with pressure stress
on the edge you'll find the press
now this poem i'll digress
never find a footballer in a dress
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