Football poem.

TOUCH FOOTBALL

Touch football is fun, But hard work. Adrenalin rushing, No time to talk. Forever running,

Never score.

We almost win.

But in the end,

But in the end we never win.

Always sweating,

Limbs are aching.

Wish I was home,

Rather be baking.

Falling over,

Scraped some skin.

But in the end,

But in the end we never win.

Game is over,

We lose again.

Going home now,

We lost by 10.

Legs are aching,

Rubbing blood off my skin.

But in the end,

But in the end we never win.

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