It's half-time at the soccer pitch,
the favourites have revealed a glitch,
their striker has a painful stitch.
Their sweeper would gladly throw in the towel
as the referee declared his move a foul.
He saw the card and gave a scowl.
Something disturbed the midfielder's soul
when he, sadly, scored an own goal,
wished he could find a good deep hole.
The keeper made an off-side dribble
and took his penalty without a quibble,
giving his thumbnail a cursory nibble.
Knowing the problem to tackle at next night's training,
they pulled up their socks and began gaining.
Right on full-time it started raining.
© 2017 cherryk
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| This poem was written for the Ten Word Challenge,
This week's words:
Harvest - Equinox - Acorn - Foliage - Branches - Hues - Migration
- Growth - Frost - Gourd
* 10/10 Week - all ten words must be used in only ten
lines of verse.