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a brazen ecstasy which begs
the question some of us are asking -
is Peter Goulding multi-tasking?"

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Thursday, July 8, 2010

World Cup 2010 - Day 28

Inspired by TFE's comment in another post about the beach ball used in the Finals

Where was the free kick from outside the box,
The thirty yard screamer evading all blocks?
Long distance strikes barely caused any shocks –
To the top of the stands they went cruising.
You might as well play with my son’s shuttlecocks
As those stupid beach balls they were using.

The keepers were helpless, could not judge the flight,
They flapped at it wildly for fear that it might
Suddenly veer from its projected height,
Its trajectory wild and confusing.
Oh many a keeper has suffered a fright
From those stupid beach balls they were using.

Poor old Ronaldo could not hit the mark,
Messi kept trying until it got dark,
Kaka could not keep the ball in the park,
The spectacle was most bemusing.
Van Persie and Rooney were heard to remark
‘Bout those stupid beach balls they were using.

For fans of all nations, the World Cup was spoiled,
The prospect of long-distance screamers was foiled.
The ball wouldn’t dip right; it just hydrofoiled
There’s no bones about who we’re accusing.
Stand up if the palms of your hands were well oiled
By those stupid beach balls they were using.

So come on, Sepp Blatter, admit that you erred.
Your new-fangled beach ball was clearly absurd
The players and supporters both gave it the bird,
And there’s some who might find that amusing.
But the anger of many’s been furiously stirred
By those stupid beach balls they were using.

1 comment:

  1. Dear Peter: Oh that would be most vexatious for the team! They might as well go nude and well oiled and play another game entirely different! But one I am sure the ladies would enjoy! (I might try to do one like this; a limerick per the influence of Peter Gould. Styled just "so" but don't think it would ever be quite ready for a prime time audience!) Great Poet Philosopher King Pete! You always leave me happily pondering the "whys" of the Universe late into the night! No wonder I awake with a giggle!