'what about a bit of football dad?'
My kid asked me early morning
And I jumped out of bed
To a dew laden green we sped
And barefeet
On soft moist grass
We kicked
The ball...
Soon we were joined
By people big and small...
A granddad...
A runaway lad...
A mommy...
A middleaged man with a spreading tummy...
Neighbours we are...
We played a match five a side
Sweated laughed shouted...
The ball rolled on the grass
Gathering dew
Ashine!
A morning so good
A morning football game
Post match lemonades and lime...
And bananas and egg yolks...
Calories burnt and added
'what about football every morn dad?'
My kid asked me while coming home...
The sun on our faces gracefully shone
Sweatdrops like little beads of diamond...
Me kid and the neighbours gelled and struck bonds...
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