Sport Sonnet
The first punt is key to a perfect game
It is the cold wind on the battle field
The mud and rain are anything but tame
A battle with a person as a shield
But soccer is another game of love
Slide tackles, cheap shots, and the yelling team
The shouting fans are in the stands above
The other team falls apart like a seam
Then tennis, the classiest sport around.
The bad line calls and the frustrated coach
when you watch, don’t dare make a single sound
Fearless at the net and ready to poach
Its adrenaline and fear forming love
I will not quit, even after a shove.
This is a poem about the love of sports. That means fourteen lines with a rhyme scheme. Thankfully, we got to skip iambic pentameter.
The first punt is key to a perfect game
It is the cold wind on the battle field
The mud and rain are anything but tame
A battle with a person as a shield
But soccer is another game of love
Slide tackles, cheap shots, and the yelling team
The shouting fans are in the stands above
The other team falls apart like a seam
Then tennis, the classiest sport around.
The bad line calls and the frustrated coach
when you watch, don’t dare make a single sound
Fearless at the net and ready to poach
Its adrenaline and fear forming love
I will not quit, even after a shove.
This is a poem about the love of sports. That means fourteen lines with a rhyme scheme. Thankfully, we got to skip iambic pentameter.