When God deigns to watch soccer
He sits on the fence
While you clasp your palms in prayer
He looks askance.
The referee mouths his whistle
He rules the verdict on the field
While the player, in despair, knows
To his card, he has to yield.
The spectators scream in frenzy
And the fans ape their heroes
While the arena is ablaze
With a kaleidoscope of painted faces.
Cries of 'goal' fill the air
It's a month of living soccer
While, at last, the winners hold the Cup high
The losers gasp in disbelief and horror.
Four years of waiting has to pass
For this season to come round again
While the players run and sweat
Both punters and rookies hope to make a gain.
This poem clearly shows the author's knowledge of the game especially the World Cup is about the international tournament. This poem has one obvious quality, and it's that it exhibits the feeling of the one who wrote it. The rhyme scheme is a little strange, while at first it may seem like a basic abab... rhyme scheme, it actually varies, and ultimately doesn't rhyme that much. There fore it can be considered a free verse poem, with some random rhyming thrown in there. I actually like the fact that it doesn't rhyme, mainly because if the author had to try and force words into the poem, they might not feel right, and it would deteriorate the poem.
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