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Nikolas Fantocone Poem
I play keeper very fine.
When the ball comes it’s all mine.
Bam!! Goes the ball off the pole.
I just saved another goal.
Whack!! The ball has been shot.
It comes to me and I’ve caught.
You can try and try and try.
You will never get the ball by.
Copyright © Nikolas Fantocone | Year Posted 2013
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Nikolas Fantocone Poem
State Championship on the line.
Today I have been shooting just fine.
When I got the ball I yowled.
“The defender on me has just fouled”.
Two free throws just for me.
Will I make them? We will see.
The first one bounces up and in.
Just one more and we will win.
I shoot the ball and get it done.
I can’t believe that we just won!
Copyright © Nikolas Fantocone | Year Posted 2013
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Nikolas Fantocone Poem
The soccer ball thy shall kick to that place
where there is a net hung on the crossbar.
Thy shall play hard with my power and pace.
I take that free kick and score from afar.
Forwards and midfields need a lot of speed.
Without strength the body will take its toll.
There is one more thing these players will need.
The desire to shoot and score the goal!
The goalkeeper has to be very tall
to keep the ball out and to save the game.
He will need to get up fast if he falls.
The goalies job will always be the same.
As you can see soccer can be real tough.
To play you need to be quick or real buff.
Copyright © Nikolas Fantocone | Year Posted 2014
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Nikolas Fantocone Poem
There was a boy I used to know.
He never let his feelings show.
Turns out he wanted suicide.
When he died, I cried.
Why did he have to go?
Was that why he never let his feelings show?
He hung himself like a criminal.
That’s not what he was like at all.
He still had time to grow.
Maybe he should’ve let his feelings show.
There was a boy I used to know.
Copyright © Nikolas Fantocone | Year Posted 2013
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Nikolas Fantocone Poem
The end is near for you and me.
This boat is sinking into the sea.
Swallowing it up like a cat and mouse.
I will never again see my house.
The Titanic couldn’t sink, they lied.
I can no longer breathe, I tried.
And even though I tried and I tried
I’ve ran out of air, and now I’ve died.
My family will wonder where could I be?
The end is here for you and me.
Copyright © Nikolas Fantocone | Year Posted 2013
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