Think About It?

Witness anguish, fraught finales
Or eleven beat by ten
And that wonder us fans rarely see?
A German miss a pen.

There'll be wonder strikes and golden goals
Extra time, mayhem
Little ginger blokes who look like Paul Scholes
But no Germans missing pens.

The colour, and the euphoria
Of The World Cups back again
And that guaranteed phonomina...
The Germans don't miss pens.

That awful night at Wemberly
When the nations all was spent
Is a nightmare that recurs to me
That the Germans don't miss pens.

Cool as ice, and hard as nails
Nervous? Not a scent
They're the team who's spot kicks rarely fail
The Germans taking pens.  

Watch as grown men get reduced to tears
Hearts are broke to never mend
By the lore that puzzled fans for years
How come Germans don't miss pens?

I hope we don't have to play them
Could be deja vu again
Surely there must come a game
When the Germans miss a pen?



  

© Kev 2010

This poem started out as a bit of fun and could have gone on for ages, but it still  beggars the question: how do they do it?

Peace.

Kev.