THE GOLDEN FOOTY BALL

Kicking the golden ball all over the room.
It looks like a stuffed up shot.
When I kick the ball.
I feel like I’m flying.
In the air with a teddy bear.

If I ever lose it I will cry or maybe even die.
It’s round and golden.
It’s squishy and soft
And looks like a golden crown

Kicking and throwing the ball.
It’s a bit small
But not too small.
For a footy ball

The orangey goldeneye
Brightens the
Room sparkling.
In the moon
Light
The ball will.
Always be with me.