Leave one for Santa
Was the cry from the crowd
It was only a bit of banter
And Santa was very proud
His team was winning ten nil
But he had not scored
Till a back pass from Akin
Gave him the chance to be adored
By the fans who then chanted...
Santa... Santa... has hit the sack
Eleven goals planted
And they are a load of crap.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem