Cristiano Ronaldo.
Born in Funchal, Madeira's archipelago.
Played for Real Madrid and Man United.
Now his flair gets Al Nassr fans excited.
Messi is Ronaldo's biggest rival,
always vying to give fans an eyeful.
With a flick and a trick,
both make football look slick,
adding awards into their archival.
Although Messi has the Ballon d'Or awards record,
no one can match the goals Ronaldo has scored.
He started as a winger, but now plays as a centre forward.
When he misses a chance he's known to scream a swear word!
Here's how much-sponsored brands get a boot—
Get public's sharp brow, and absolute,
There’s a point here to moot,
A point not in past put,
Nor passed a fair test ere:
Should ads talk in thin air?
For a change, shoes sold bite seller's foot!
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Happenings|20.06.2021|
Poet’s note: This limerick follows what happened a few days back. Cristiano Ronaldo, a well-known footballer, removed a Coke bottle at a press conference and replaced it with one of water, and soon the company lost four billion dollars in its market capitalization. This does raise a few fundamental questions. India’s home brands, Amul and Fevicol, took a jibe each at these brands. Amul (the milkman of the nation) taunted: ‘Not bottling one’s feelings’; Fevicol (makers of various adhesives): ‘These bottles cannot be removed, nor will its valuation dip’. I loved it. Yes, markets do need some earthy humour in these hard times, a food for thought for them to mull.
Today is one of those days where I need to put my phone on airplane mode
I don't want to be disturbed until my pain goes
I just want to take a day off from the world and sit in the same clothes
This isn't an argument or beef I promise we will remain bros
I'm not lonely, but today I'd rather be alone
Unless Demi Lovato wants to realise I exist and hits my phone
Give me today to re-energize and spend one day without desire
Let me peacefully watch my favourite movies A Bronx Tale and Mrs Doubtfire
I'm good by myself today, there's no need for conversation
I want to sit back and watch my favourite Cristiano Ronaldo and Ronaldinho compilations
I plan to relax until I get mad at conceding a last minute goal on fifa
Maybe have a few cans of beer and order a pizza
Sorry world but I've had to switch today's plans off
Please don't attack me for it, I'll get so defensive you'd think I'm Sergio Ramos
Today is just one of these days where I don't care to be disturbed
This isn't an everyday thing, but every so often I will renew these words
Oh gosh
In a maze
Mess over here
Mess over there
Everywhere
Like zombie apocalypse
Coming to get me
Gonna plan
My action of attack
With plastic bags and boxes
As their coffins
Ain't compromise
Nope
Ain't shedding a tear
Coz this will set me free
Opening up the horizon
Opportunities
Fresh ideas
Productive lifestyle
Making me
Oh My Gosh
Blaming my lazy behind
Thinking
I will need this and that
Reasoning illogically
Been nagged
Till my ears about to fall off
And my eyes shaking up
Long for days, months and years
Gonna bust
Their territory
Making my headquarters
Armed with discipline
Not making this happen again
Throw stuff
Like Michael Jordan
Banana kick like Cristiano Ronaldo
Swift myself like Usain Bolt
Then finale myself
Holding cape
Clearing the mess
Saying "Ole!"
Bull eye!
© Sue Sanzz 2020
Many years of dreaming and searching
Will this be the year we finally stop hurting?
I can't believe these words are coming from my mouth
I can finally say England won a penalty Shootout
Three lions on our shirt and we won't be caged
This will be the year we perform on the biggest stage
In every game teamwork is vital
But here we are ready for the quarter final
We've Made it further than Argentina, Germany and Spain
Who needs a Lionel Messi or Cristiano Ronaldo when you have Harry Kane
Give the ball to Lingard, Alli or Marcus Rashford
Then they'll assist Kane to score
Football is all I've ever cared about, the world cup is the greatest show
During each game our confidence will grow
It could all go wrong with one mistake
But we know we're going to win as we have Gareth Southgate
It's no longer a secret, it's now known
That football is coming home
We're going all the way, I don't have any doubt
We're winning the world cup, because we finally won a penalty Shootout
I'm going to write until no one can get close to me
Not sure If I hold my emotions or if they have a hold of me
Everytime I write a rhyme it's like a goal to me
I won't stop until I'm the Cristiano Ronaldo of poetry
Born with a little Talent, I'll work hard to surpass my ability
Believe in myself even when they don't see the Skill in me
I call myself Jason Voorhees because every rhyme is a kill to me
The bipolar mad man, with anxiety and depression, poetry gave me stability
I'm sick and tired of everyone and the Ronaldo and Messi Comparisons
They're both the greatest, if you don't realise this you're an Embarrassment
They're equally great, it's just about who you Like more
Which side you fight for
Cristiano and Eminem are my idols, so I use these as my examples
In the darkness I plan on being the brightest candle
Burn slower, and keep my flame the longest
I'll be the Floyd Mayweather of poetry and remain the strongest
I'm going to write until no one can get close to me
I won't stop until I'm the Cristiano Ronaldo of poetry
Everytime I write a rhyme it's like a goal to me
I won't stop until I'm the Cristiano Ronaldo of poetry
I wish I never self-harmed because now all people do is stare
Imagine if my parents cared and never put me in foster care
I often wish that they never started drinking
This is just some of my wishful thinking
If I had it my way then everyone would be genuine
I'd get to meet my idols Cristiano Ronaldo and Eminem
I'd be scar free and depression wouldn't be in my life
Ariana Grande would be my wife
I've learned sometimes you need to fall to later get a better grip
If I could go back, me and my Ex would have never split
I wouldn't bring my dad back because he wasn't there for me in the first place
In 14 years I didn't get a hug, so bringing him back from the dead would be a waste
I wouldn't need to write poetry in order to survive
I'd be ready to commit and most my relationships wouldn't last for a few nights
I wouldn't have anxiety and depression, and I wouldn't be Bipolar
I'd be free from my past and I'd have complete closure
Nas and Eminem would say they like the rhymes I'm inking
People would judge people based on their hearts not looks
Girls would stop idolizing the Kardashian's and start reading books
This is just some of my wishful thinking
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