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?