Author Note* This is a poem that ispired me from the following picture.
(This didn't really happen)
(This didn't really happen)
Soccer oh soccer you remind me of my sweaty locker.
When ever I slide tackle I hear a loud crackle.
I hear them cry and I think they might die.
As the ref comes over and gives me a card, I told my coach I was just playing to hard.
But what can I say if there's no pain then there's no gain.
Very fun poem! I think you are more creative than you give yourself credit for. :)
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