The World Cup
The real mind-blowing tournament,
Her football cups prized ornament;
Leaving without one eyes hollow,
Avid fans cease to squad follow...
Tough strikers playing out their hearts
Defenders halting ball that darts:
It's about luck but chiefly skill,
During practice better self kill!
Player free to display sweet role,
But dismissed as freak,no scored goal
How dare you miss a penalty
When what's at stake no novelty?
FIFA justifies earned dollars:
Blameless final whistle colours;
Out to make it competition
With ears for the right petition
Hosting it image-defining,
The stadium chosen keeps shining;
Sure,does raise an economy
Like would sound agronomy...
I learnt:Big budget in Brazil
For round leather retaining zeal.
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