Waffles
Twas August in the year two thousand ten,
not satisfied with but a single win
Zidane had won the World Cup yet again!
The world knew not of the mess it'd be in.
The win did not quench his thirst for power,
quite the opposite, he just wanted more.
Soon the people of Europe would cower
in terror of what Zidane had in store.
Flaming soccer balls roared down from the skies,
penalty shots aimed at the heads of all
with a kick to bring tears to Pelé's eyes
and in fields of corpses Zidane stood tall.
Not a force on Earth could have halted him,
he had defeated them all on a whim.