Father’s Day Poem

For my husband:

All the world waits with breath that is baited

As their favorite teams take the field

Will this year they fail to bring home the cup?

Will the game their opponents now yield?


On this Father’s Day we give you a token

Of manly football match fun

With beer and meat and masculine treats

One night with your brothers alone


So here is a ticket not to Brasil

But a bar or a house or somewhere

You can yell and debate and get rather irate

Over whether that ref’s call was fair


Join the one in six who now are watching

The fame the passion and glory

Tweet pithy tweets about their great feats

Make the world cup a part of your story



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