The Big Book of Banter

8

'Hey mate', Michael texted, 'are you keen for a wager?'
When I replied 'no' he said 'scared I'll upstage ya?'
'Keep dreaming big' I typed out with a grin
He really was a fool if he thought that he could win
'I've changed my mind' I sent, deciding to do it
He has the brain of a magpie and the banter of a blue tit

The first kick off was easy and I soon took the lead
I could hear him cursing out EA and starting to plead
Within a few minutes however, I was under the weather
He scored a goal and it seemed my team just didn't flow together
Despite this intense strain, I held my own well
90 minutes came a tie but I sensed a winning spell
'I'm gonna waste you at golden goal' I said with a smirk
And I did, doing a victory dance with no shirt

When I returned home later I was feeling sublime
Because like an idiot I'd put Ronaldo on the line
And he's MINE