Another apology poem

So here is another thing to say, I'm sorry about.

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?

Your daughter,

Ashanti McFee

Do you like to play soccer?  Can you write a poem about your favorite sport?