3 - 0 Poem by Kassem Oude

Each number's big against zero
Getting null score means full defeat
More training player must follow
Or at all he's not talented feet

A contest has referees and rules
Each entirely has to obey
Foul and boldness facts of fools
Dismiss and put that mad at bay

If he insists to attempt again
He's fictitious mad and stubborn
He'd break his neck like a cane
For his rival's real like the morn

He curses all styles and means
Angry with stadium and audience
To contrive own rules he's keen
He'd go far beyond any balance

That man should play in cocoon
With self so he wins great scores
Applause greeting prize and boon
His mind core is sure off shores.

Tuesday 14, February 2017
Kassem Oude