From the streets of São Paulo,
A young teenager walked on this storied stage,
He moves with grace, like a dancer on the field,
With every touch, with every finesse the fans were thrilled,

A footballing prince who never got his crown,
The rightful heir to countless ballon d'ors,
That speed and agility, a sight to behold,
The world began to see something new, Brazil's gold.

With every hairstyle down to his gloves and charisma,
Someone very close if not better that Quaresma,
With the cheeky dribbles and flair,
No one could be compared...

With cheeky skills, he weaves through defenders with ease,
Everything done beautifully, it's his expertise,
A delight to his fans, a menace to oppositions..
Scared of 1vs1, they hate his confrontation,

Like a magician with a wand,
The ball moves according to his demand,
From the "Neymar flick" to his beautiful control,
The pitch is his playground, he casually takes a stroll..🐐⚽✍️

© Isaac Jimoh Samuel