the best
Poem
The world cup is where he has to come
Argentine blood runs in his veins
Fc Barcelona is his home
he is outisde playing even when it rains
The soccer ball is glued to his left foot
Standing at 5'6, he is very small
on the field, he is as small as a dot
he gets passed them even though they are tall
Running with his electrifying speed
2014 will be his year to win
Creating good plays is his only deed
Not passing the ball is his only sin
He never pays mind to what others say
Lionel Messi, you have come a long way
i wrote this one years ago. maybe when i was in seventh grade. we had to write a sonnet for literature and of course i wrote it on soccer