27.06.2010, 20:04
After a spirited 2 day discussion in rhymes with a poetress about the relative merits of Germanys and Englands soccer team.
Dream on, remain in never-neverlands,
we'll teach you yet what's what in playing ball,
you'll learn that pride go-eth before the fall,
will see a close-up of the southern sands.
That said, lets stop the fencing and shake hands:
Good luck to Miro, Badstuber and all,
who'll earn their entry into Odins hall,
La Ola accolades from all the stands.
Lets kick the hooligan, the saucy cheek
out of the stadium and enjoy a game
of goals, of strength, of skill and seek
to give true meaning, spirit to the name
of Fan. So, Madam, please, retract your claws:
And may the best team win. I rest my cause.
Dream on, remain in never-neverlands,
we'll teach you yet what's what in playing ball,
you'll learn that pride go-eth before the fall,
will see a close-up of the southern sands.
That said, lets stop the fencing and shake hands:
Good luck to Miro, Badstuber and all,
who'll earn their entry into Odins hall,
La Ola accolades from all the stands.
Lets kick the hooligan, the saucy cheek
out of the stadium and enjoy a game
of goals, of strength, of skill and seek
to give true meaning, spirit to the name
of Fan. So, Madam, please, retract your claws:
And may the best team win. I rest my cause.
Never sigh for a better world it`s already composed, played and told