James Fraser Poet Limerick

Coach, Coached

Working in physical education
Blond teacher had a realisation 
Spotting a young boy alone
Standing all on his own
Her curiosity, frustration 

Young man, why are you all on your own
To the others, why are you disowned
Well, I'm not the teams sweeper
I'm their bloody goalkeeper
Please Miss Coach, it's time you went home




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Edward Orozco August 30, 2014 at 8:32 PM Well written, funny too! =)

Dr.Ram Mehta August 23, 2014 at 6:08 AM This makes me smile, James James Fraser August 31, 2014 at 9:41 AM I'm happy it's made you smile Dr. Ram :)

Tim Smith August 22, 2014 at 3:50 PM haha....not too sharp James Fraser August 22, 2014 at 3:59 PM Thought you may like a Soccer Limerick Tim :)

Anne-Lise Andresen August 22, 2014 at 3:18 PM - Enjoy reading, James - scaring Miss Coach ...... not nice :))) - Happy weekend - oxox // Anne-Lise :) Anne-Lise Andresen August 22, 2014 at 3:31 PM - Yes, fun to read :)) ..... but I'm bad at writing Limerick :( James Fraser August 22, 2014 at 3:28 PM Limerick's, simply fun. Have a lovely weekend in whatever you do - James :)

Jan Allison August 22, 2014 at 3:14 PM I guess she needs to keep her eye on the ball James:-) Hugs jan xxx James Fraser August 22, 2014 at 3:19 PM Mm, she's blond, a Ball may have her shopping for a Dress ;) xx