I love you number 8, your bug eyes, sure bug guys, ****, it's just so ****, when the camera zooms in on your face, and you've got the ball between your legs, I know you're looking to score a goal.
Coach, you can teach me how to play, mmmm.
You've got your pads, like I've got mine, but only when it's half-time, ****! commercial. I guess I can go ***, and eat, but I must hurry, cause I don't wanna miss a single move you make.
what the **** is up with spain? using their heads to score, as if that even feels good, use your ******* feet!
iFUTBOOL!!
Kali Hardwick helped with this, I cannot take all the credit for this master piece of a poem. It's the best one in the world. Like edgar poe and his ***. Ya knoe?