Parth Bhatia

Rookie - 44 Points (17/04/1997 / Allahabad, India)

Football The Game - Poem by Parth Bhatia

Football is a game,
Played be Eleven,
My favourite jersey,
Is number Seven;

There are Two teams,
Opposite each other,
They play the match,
Whatever may be the weather;

In a draw match,
There is a penalty shoot-out,
One team wins,
And the other is out;

When there is a goal,
Coach shouts ' Well Done! ! ',
With Two more goals,
The match is half won;

Pele was the man,
With the Golden Boot,
No one could stop the ball,
Which he used to shoot;

When Messi kicks,
The ball flies,
Then the goalkeeper,
Dives and tries;

Ronaldo is the man,
Called the Free-Kick King,
When he shoots the ball,
It goes with a swing;

After a goal,
If there is Offside,
The condition is like,
The Coach just died;

In a team,
There are attackers and defenders,
After the match,
They usually go to bar-tenders;

To play the game,
You have to be fit,
So the the football,
Could be easily hit;

Wearing his boots,
The player shoots,
Seeing the ball,
The audience hoots;

Captian has the Cup in his hand,
People are shouting in the stands,
The match is over today,
For the great footballers, we should pray;

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, August 11, 2012

Poem Edited: Sunday, October 14, 2012


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