World Cup

We got the World Cup raging on

All the people that don't like soccer are hopping on

But this bandwagon's almost full

Of people that run with the bulls


To people that eat noodles

'Cause this game has fans all over the world

From Grown up men to little girls

Millions of people watching the field

Looking at players who refuse to yield

Waiting for the score to be revealed.

Forwards and defenders playing hard


Trying not to get a red card

Some act like they've been marred

To try to get others barred

From continuing on in the game

So they can get all of the fame

In the end only one team can win

And all the others get thrown in a bin.



Author's Notes/Comments: 

I sincerely apologize for that terrible (and slightly racist) rhyme with noodles.Embarassed

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An object warm and white,

Cup-like with a handle at its side.

Halfway filled with a liquid,

A liquid with a name,

Its name being coffee.


Eager am I to hold this cup,

Equally eager am I to drink

From its rim which my lips shall touch.

Slowly yet quickly I do tilt the cup

And the liquid pours into my mouth.


The liquid's bitter taste,

Yet sweet and warm it is.

Satisfying is the taste,

So gleefully I do drink more

And indulge myself in this sweet galore. 


Freely does the liquid

Move around in my mouth

As it plays with my tongue

Tickling its taste-buds.

Around and between my teeth it goes

'til I move it back with my tongue

To the back of my mouth

Where the coffee meets its doom.

Down my throat it goes,

The aftertaste the same as before.

My thirst craves evermore,

Thus I drink some more.