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GOAL!
I want to play in the school footy team,
That is my greatest dream.
The only trouble is ...
I don't want to be captain,
It's too much fussing and flapping,
I tried to play in mid-field,
But tripped - and my cut hasn't healed.
I played in attack,
And nearly broke my back.
I want to play in goal,
If I don't, it'll destroy my soul,
So I just sit and watch,
Eating popcorn and butterscotch.
The team walked onto the pitch,
In white and blue,
The goalie slips on some dog poo,
Fell over a cat,
And broke his back,
He couldn't play.
"Don't worry," I cry,
"I will try,
To be your goal keeper now."
"You're not in the right clothes,
But I suppose, no-one knows,
If you change the kit,
A little bit."
I played that day,
Hooray, Hooray,
I got my dream that day,
Everyone was saying,
"Look how brilliant he can play,
He stops every ball his way."
From that day on,
To every game I've gone,
And played in goal for the school.
© Maria Cann - Aged 11
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