Hoping to win again
Raking in the soccer rain
Three past wins can’t be a fluke
I shall yet bring out my flute

The bank clerk raised her eyebrow
Asking if I think I was on the right road
My bank balance all cashed out
I smiled. I shall yet deal another rout


I logged on to my laptop
Knowing I will soon be at the top
My team was yet to lose
Just on the loose
Beating all that came its way
It shall yet hand me another ray

I quickly placed my bet
Dreaming of the new Lear Jet
This was the sought rest
I shall yet pass the test

The match began in earnest
The ball bouncing towards the keeper’s nest
The first goal was sweet as honey
I started spending the money

Then came the equalizer from the opposing team
The home fans started to beam
As my temperature started to rise
I lost appetite for the plate of rice
The home team then scored the winning goal
Puncturing my dreams with a single poke