THE PERFECT TENA Poem by R J AskewAll hail the mythical No.10, a man of such genius he surely cannot exist - but he does and is called La Pulga, the flea, Lionel Messi!My boot is in this lightning place; I strike, the ball obeys my will. O how it rocks into the goal! The sight that spurs a billion souls. O now they leap in wild delight! Some even die (it is their right). But I, I am calm because I know, That I was born to win this game, That in this instant of my life, I am the agent of the gods. O how they scream and roar my name! My shirt, I throw into the crowd. ~ I am the perfect ten they'll say Now that I've won it here today. ~ by r j askew author << Watching Swifts >> http://www.amazon.com/dp/B006AXFPEM © 2014 R J AskewReviews
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