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POEMS
Created: 8th June, 2017

The Beautiful Game

TYPE

Poem

YEAR GROUP

Years 7 and 8

 

 

You’re pumped.

The match is tied

at the end

 

of extra time

Players gather

at center circle

 

for the coins toss.

You call tails

and win.

 

Real Madrid scores

the first goal.

Ours bounces

 

of the left post.

They make

the next two

 

in a row.

We make three.

They miss

 

their final two

It’s 3-3

Your turn

 

to rev the engine,

turn on the jets.

Score, and you win.

 

Teammates

lock arms

for the final kick.

 

The crowd roars,

screams your name:

NICK HALL! NICK HALL! NICK HALL!

 

Like a greyhound

coursing game,

you take off

 

from twelve yards out,

winding

for the kill.

 

But right before

the winning kick

of your Barcelona debut,

 

Ms Hardwick

streaks

across the field

 

in her heels and

pure polyester dress

yelling:

 

NICHOLAS HALL

PAY

ATTENTION!