The Round Leather

On one side One person omitted from a dozen On the other side Five added to six persons Making two over doubles scores Scrabbling with the round leather with passion All in the quest for action But occasionally with a distinct fashion Separated by a mad man Running from pole to pillar With a whistle in his mouth Plagued alongside two other manias Raising a piece of cloth Coiled in a stick at each others half Watched by frenzy fanatics at an open ground The twenty-two persons are Baptised with the name players Desperate with zeal to hit the leather Into a rather big fish net pillared by a pole Behind the glove man They seek to keep the round leather Tossing it around with a rare Aesthetic beauty that is only common Across the Niger Area in the black continent With a rhythmic samba beat in the Pele continent. Nothing brings joy and unity like the round leather. Alayande Stephen. Tolulope 21st ,October, 2005 1.11pm