Soccer Poem by Juan Olivarez

Soccer



I don't understand,
Men running around,
In little short pants,
On the grass covered ground.

Kicking around a little round sphere,
In cow pastures and fields,
It just brings me to tears,
At the end of the game, one point is the yield.

What a bunch of lunatics,
these cretans must be.
All the fans carry sticks,
to beat each other, and the referee.

Not much of a game,
So what's all the fuss?
So if it's all the same,
Ship them out on a bus.

9/5/10 Alton Texas

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Kevin Carney 05 September 2010

Interesting write it made me smile :) Nice light hearted poem and I at times have to agree. I am one of those Referees and have coached for many years lol. Thank you for sharing.

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