Referee Poems - Poems about Referee

Two people of equal weight Strong muscles straining Both suddenly subdued with spiteful hate Hand and buzzer the winner ordaining In truth the real sport Is the judging of the referee Here the fighters are in his court And he moves like a boat across the sea The fact is that he moves across the ring Slithering and crawling All waiting for the finial ding Or...

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Who had gone to the Headquarters With my real age and a wagging tongue? Who at The Board pounded me with mortars From a determined snitching lung? I guess a fellow while still standing Didn’t aromatic gossip mind In the area of Image Rebranding A trusted helper of cops to a crook find! Though, I could’ve sworn Some fluffy cushion was the chap offered For...

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On a football pitch a frosty foul, Spared by The Referee his booking howl But not The Goalie’s condemning growl … Just badly kicked was his jowl By the scorer now wearing a scowl! “The Luckiest-Red-Card-Excused Owl!” Irrepressibly rise would one’s hackles, After The Roughest of play tackles. Whoever does not spleen vent in shackles, As even a hen wronged by half...

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Referee Skeleton was reluctant to join his brother But he was urged by his sister, father and mother So, he went to the speak easy and danced the night away With Bojangles, his brother, who knows how to play. They did the watusi, two step, and a few moves of their own. Some of the women watched from afar, one...

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It takes two to get along One remains,still strong Till death do us part they swore Fifty five years after, together no more Sixty-three years later, it’s not the same Today, only one player in a doubles game Three linesmen to watch the match To help the referee, missteps catch We love the lonesome player so much His feelings we hope, we can touch Not...

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douleur référée donc le cœur apporte avec elle la tragédie simultanée et pour toujours un autre jour passe, une autre personne va par, un autre ami a reçu, une autre personne meurt et la douleur ne peut pas s'inscrire au plus profond de, au lieu qu'il s'écoule à d'autres parties du corps être responsable de maux qui ont fini, faites nous en...

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