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World Cup

We got the World Cup raging on


All the people that don't like soccer are hopping on


But this bandwagon's almost full


Of people that run with the bulls

 

To people that eat noodles


'Cause this game has fans all over the world


From Grown up men to little girls


Millions of people watching the field


Looking at players who refuse to yield


Waiting for the score to be revealed.


Forwards and defenders playing hard

 

Trying not to get a red card


Some act like they've been marred


To try to get others barred


From continuing on in the game


So they can get all of the fame


In the end only one team can win


And all the others get thrown in a bin.

 

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I sincerely apologize for that terrible (and slightly racist) rhyme with noodles.Embarassed

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Coffee

An object warm and white,

Cup-like with a handle at its side.

Halfway filled with a liquid,

A liquid with a name,

Its name being coffee.

 

Eager am I to hold this cup,

Equally eager am I to drink

From its rim which my lips shall touch.

Slowly yet quickly I do tilt the cup

And the liquid pours into my mouth.

 

The liquid's bitter taste,

Yet sweet and warm it is.

Satisfying is the taste,

So gleefully I do drink more

And indulge myself in this sweet galore. 

 

Freely does the liquid

Move around in my mouth

As it plays with my tongue

Tickling its taste-buds.

Around and between my teeth it goes

'til I move it back with my tongue

To the back of my mouth

Where the coffee meets its doom.

Down my throat it goes,

The aftertaste the same as before.

My thirst craves evermore,

Thus I drink some more.