Four years is the wait, to see the world’s best in play,
These teams have been strong, both at home and away.
The competition is always stiff,
But the only way is to knock them off the cliff.
They have all sparred for their ticket,
This is the game of sudden death–definetly not Cricket.
Thanks to this game, Jules Rimet still travels the globe,
From the land of Pelé, to the hills of the Pope.
Let’s all thank the brits for inventing this sport,
This is the game that settles out of a court.
Thirty two teams contest for a showdown in the final,
Remaining alert and focus isn’t just wise–it’s vital.
The skies have darken for the looming dangers,
But to these atmospheres, these teams are no strangers.
I’m a diehard fan that cheers despite what’s in store
And I’ll cheer the loudest no matter what the score.
I already have my favorites, Go! Honduras!, Go! USA!
I can only hope for the tides to flow their way.
Brasil awaits for them this June,
We’ll all witness the most rigorous of battles soon…