Ballon D'or Poem by Blessing Asake

it a wide foreign game
I'm Lionel when it comes to a page
I have many calories, my goals are free
and I can link them in chapters.

in case I'm shot of ink
imaginations will be my stadium
I will decorate them with greens
for my pasture to raise.

I I'm a yearly merit; it's says
my badges are in gold,
I'm glad for the winner,
this are my words for him.

my ink are not okay,
but I'm lost in encouraging,
a Francis statement; I'm moving into century,
ballon d'or.