World Cup fever

World cup fever,
all over the place.
Cars garnished,
Painted faces.

Why do we bother?
Why do we fret?
The ball will be kicked,
Into each others net.

We’ll all despair,
At our side’s play
And heap praise
On the other’s lucky day!

We’ll all go mad,
rant and rave.
No matter the outcome
we’ll all be brave.