Don't play soccer with an ogress

We’re going to play this soccer team,

                          We march onto the field,

 Undefeated, we think we are supreme,

Then when we get there,

A monstrous band,

Wakes us from our fantasy land,

Rotting teeth are in her gums,

Oh, by George here she comes!

Swinging fists and clearly wanting to fight,

I run away soaring like a kite,

Then finally she touches the ball,

And with one swing ten of our players fall,

The coach screams to take her down,

But all our team does is frown,

She kicks again,

A few yards from the half way line,

And it makes it in,

All the goalie can do is take that as a sign,

That this game is not going to be fine.

It’s been about a half an hour,

In order to avoid this demons high kicks,

The crowd watches from a tower,

By this time the coach is croaking,

The defense is dead,

Midfielders are massacred,

The forwards are fighting,

And the goalie is dying,

And the crowd is crying,

And she’s still biting,

By the end of the game I think I’ll say,

Don’t play soccer with an ogress or else you’ll pay.