Fussball

by Aussie   Aug 9, 2008


Standing strait and tall,
staring eye to eye of the adversary
been ready for this all day
defeat Big Feet all the way

Positive all week, of Big Feet's defeat,
until she step foot on the Field.
there's no way to beat Big Feet.
look up, he's 6 feet (tall).

Daddy finally came, to watch the game
she must win, not loose in front of him
his mom is already screaming to him
she she can't loose to them.

the Wiesel is blown and the ball is dropped.
she kicks first,
but he fast.
the game finally start.

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