Bale
Unleash your g'RETH
At the hour eleventh
Flip me a coin to start the jingle
Your ball and chain to tinkle
To face the two
Poles on your tattoo
Shouts of jeers
Screams of cheers!
The gaze you hold is magnetic
The stare they hold, pathetic
Scoring is ingrained with the left
Goals caught like fish in their net
Grant them the Bale
To escape your jail
Before the striped number
Strikes again like a black mamba
Copyright © Thabang Ngoma | Year Posted 2014
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