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John Luke from our team
Is a goalscoring machine
Phenomenally mesmerising but....
The sport is called football
But his boots don't play at all
Cos he just can't kick it with his
foot.
He can skim it from his shin
He can spin it on his chin
He can nod it in the net with his
nut,
He can blow it with his lips
Or skip it off his hips
But he just can't kick it with his
foot.
With simplicity and ease
He can use his knobbly knees
To blast it past the keeper both eyes
shut
He can whip and flick it
Up with his tongue and lick it
But he still can't kick it with his
foot.
Overshadowing the best
With the power from his chest
Like a rocket from a socket he can
put.
The ball into the sack
With a scorcher from his back
But he just can't kick it with his
foot.
Baffling belief
With the ball between his teeth
He can dribble his way out of any
rut,
Hypnotise it with his eyes
Keep it up on both his thighs
But he just can't kick it with his
foot.
From his shoulder to his nose
He can juggle it and pose
With precision and incision he can
cut,
Defences straight in half
With a volley from his calf
But he just can't kick it with his
foot.
He can keep it off the deck
Bounce the ball upon his neck
With his ball control you should see
him strut,
He can flap it with both ears
To loud applause and cheers
But he just can't kick it with his
foot.
He can trap it with his tum
Direct it with his bum
Delflect it just by wobbling his gut
When he's feeling silly
He can even use his ankle
But he just can't kick he just can't
kick.
He can pick it up and flick it
Do every type of trick
But he just can't kick it with his
foot.
By: Paul
Cookson
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