TO MY SOCCER COACH, MR. MCFEE;
I’m sorry I let the ball bounce off my knee,
And when Mother cheered from the stands
I touched the inbound ball with my hands.
I’m sorry I missed the game winning goal.
I slipped, then fell when I stepped in a hole.
I’m sorry I let their team’s forward rush by.
Then sat on the ground and started to cry.
I hate how the ball stings my shin.
I worry about getting hit on my chin.
I don’t want to practice that header stuff.
It musses my hair and takes out the puff.
I hope that it will be OK.
I really DO NOT want to play.
Soccer is hard, and much too rough.
Frankly I’ve had, more than enough.
Come on Dad, what do you say,
May I please sign up for ballet?
Do you like to play soccer? Can you write a poem about your favorite sport?