The h2g2 Poem
Created | Updated Jul 13, 2006
World Cup 2006
A weave,
Europe to Asia,
America to Africa;
Australia,
It flows in high speed.
Some times gigantic stature;
Some times ceasing tone,
But world is excited with it,
Up and down,
On and off,
Who will win?
The weave is still alive;
Even active in broken heart,
The eyes are in Germany;
Hearts are in hope,
The hope we like best,
Or it is ours.
The weave,
A remedy from suffering,
A remedy from burden,
Now lives are free,
Free to dance with the weave,
The weave of World Cup 2006.
We talk in one language;
There are few words -
Goal, points, win and defeat;
You know the rest,
We, everybody, is in the weave.
