'I am so angry
With every
Single
One of you'
He said, and those were his last words
I'm not going to say that I cried
Because that would be a lie
The man wasn't the nicest
Or the fairest
He was prejudiced
And a little racist
Sometimes he got too drunk
But he was dear to me
He was the best at sports
Once he played soccer
And to this very day I cannot
Watch a match
Without thinking of his voice
As he drilled us
For not doing
Our best
He had a wife and two daughters
Now their eyes
Look so sad
And hollow
I miss his constant verbal abuse
The best girls' soccer coach
Our team ever had.
Author notes
Why...did I make this about sports?! I don't even like sports. Oh well, my mind works in mysterious ways...
Anyway, good luck to everyone in the contest!
Written August 2nd, 2006
A contest entry
- Love's Labours Lost by TheClosestThing.
400 points, ended August 3, 2006, 18 entries
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Hahaha, I'm too fat to play soccer. And the only way to lose wieght is to..play soccer. wtf, a vicious circle.
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i like how you wrote this poem. like FunPum, the ending was surprising...I didn't know you played soccer? haaaa.....
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I'm glad I wrote something you could relate to. <3
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The girls soccer coach at my school is exactly like this, but I know the team would be devastated if he died, despite how hard he works them and how harsh he can be.
Thanks for entering,
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Thank you for the comment, I'm glad that I was able to succesfully work in the surprise at who the person was. Nice meeting you as well. <3
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This is really good -I had no idea who you were talking about, lots of things went through my head, but the ending was a surprise and a revelation and it was - good. Thank you for commenting on my tiny frog poem, I was very pleased, and very happpy to have met you.
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