Inspired by our local poets and my views on a certain World Cup match I put finger to keyboard and came up with this short, but succinct poem.
He flies through the air with the greatest of ease, Not blown by the wind, but a young girl's sneeze. Falls to the ground as if he's lost his knees. Yup, you guessed right, that chap's Portuguese.
Poderá ser o poema do ano...após algumas cervejas. É só futebol. Para a próxima corre melhor (para nós e para vocês). It could be the poem of the year...after a few beers. It's just football. Best luck next time (to England and Portugal).
Poderá ser o poema do ano...após algumas cervejas. É só futebol. Para a próxima corre melhor (para nós e para vocês).
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