Would you sway or run out the door?
Touching you inappropriately gets me a yellow card,
But what happens when you throw up a red card?
Should I be the one sliding out the door,
Across the lawn, and into my black and white car?
Trust me, cleats to the face does not sound appetizing,
But it can be fun to get dirty every once in awhile.
Soccer references mixed with an old line from a song I used to like back in high school; this is what you get. I'm not the biggest soccer fan, but maybe I'll get back into it one day. I think I get my point across in this very short poem.
I hope you enjoy!