Short Kids Poem: Soccer

If you play a game of soccer
against my good friend Bart,
it’s vital you discuss the rules
before you even start.

He swaps out both the nets
for some woven noodles.
He doesn’t get a ref,
but dresses up four poodles.

There’s no need for a ball
since he’s rolled up all his socks.
He tells me I should kick it
then he lifts his foot and blocks.

His timer’s counting backwards.
His hat’s above his knees.
He claims that you can grab the ball
and throw it if you please.

And after thirty minutes
the score was “toad to bun”.
I’m not sure how we’re counting,
but I think that means I won.
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