So slow, I watch the grass grow
So quick, I miss a corner-kick.
Head skill; breaks the score Nil.
Drama Queens, by hits unseen.
Off-side play, that’s so Gay.
Unpronounceable names, on jerseys claim.
Cards of yellow, players bellow.
Cards of red, players dread.
Jabulani is in flight; Goalie fright.
Is ball in net? Is there a score yet?
Team USA seen; wait till 2014.
Can it be? Soccer played from, ‘sea-to –shining-sea’?
The French blew it; in an adieu fit.
The Italians, wow; beat a hasty ciao.
Our English friends; lost their Beckham bends.
The Germans scored like-mad; then met their Durbangrad.
Team Mexico; pronto adios.
South American teams, maybe? Hasta la vista baby!
Two Koreas came; oh, to see That game.
Nippon hot as fire, alas, sayonara.
An African venue; with teams that are new.
See, Nigeria, Ghana; hear Vuvuzela.
South Africa is a winner, in South hemisphere winter.
Apartheid, no; plays a historical side-show.
Republica Espana, soccer’s Top-Banana.
Holland, as such; were in Dutch.
The tourney ends; foes leave as friends.
Back in four; USA to roar!