Game of Dead

It was a bright day, and everybody was happy and gay,

No one ready to eat dull hay, as did the bet say;

In Liverpool's stadium, there was a rush like a swirling pool,

The captain of the team didn't want to lose, to become the big fool.

The stadium soon packed with people and children like sardines,

The tensed football players; uncountable times did they practice;

At last the moment came, and they went into the field,

The opposing team of Rivendell came pouncing like a guild.

The two nervous captains face to face came in the middle,

The Liverpool captain, Allan-de-Khažak firmed not to muddle;

When the whistle blew out, the ball passed with a kick,

And the players tried to score a goal with a tremendous flick.

As the furtive legs kicked the ball from left and right,

And ended in a tumbling and never-ending fight;

The grass extirpated and the dust scattered here and there,

The referee came running from hither and thither.

Red and yellow cards without effect followed all the same,

The disgusted viewers thought it to be a very foul game;

Live commentary followed and some left totally disgusted,

They cursed and took oath never to return to the game of dead.

Hand to hand and head to head everyone fought like dogs,

Such was the result that their reputation went down bogs;

Thus ended the football fight like a big fallen tree,

Little knowledge has been preserved except this poetry.