Soccer World Cup ‘14 Poem by Zoila T. Flores

Soccer could be, sport number one,
In the entire world,
Was hard engaged if you won,
Played with a ball,
And 22 men for fun,
On big green field,
With rain or with sun.

Germany-Argentina,
At the final meant to be,
Costa Rica and Colombia,
Amazing as we did see,
They deserved the third,
Or fourth place to me,
And team not for finals,
That would lose the ball,
Through the knees.

Argentine with the Messi,
They were amazing on '14,
They delivered strength and che,
Eliminating to Belgium,
And dear Netherlands,
Striving hard for the Prize,
Swapping warder at end,
With intention not to cry.

Watching Robben.
To the floor,
And Luis Suarez to Chiellini,
On the shoulder or so more,
Showing up his gorgeous teeth.
And controlling most the ball,
Number tenth France, fun for me,
And the USA playing better,
Much, much better ‘till they crawled.

Recognizing all these people,
Our greetings thankfully,
Let's applaud to the countries,
With the hottest we could see,
Portugal with USA,
And my France with Italy,
Oh! My greetings to Best 100,
With Pelè, and Germany.