The ballad of Beckham’s toe
¶ 1
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A player such as this David Beckham,
Whose kick is more like a caress,
Can be forgiven his haircuts, his voice;
And even for wearing a dress.
¶ 2
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For he has a talent for football
Which shows us how skill can be art,
And that work-rate alone counts for nothing
Unless matched by a passionate heart.
¶ 3
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And Beckham is truly a hero,
Celebrated in prose and in rhyme,
And his toe is indeed (sorry!) a leg-end,
Not just of his, but of England’s, lifetime.
¶ 4
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And so half the nation’s in mourning
(Though the rest of us don’t give a toss).
Will he or won’t he recover?
One small fracture seems such a great loss.
¶ 5
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But we are all bound by biology,
Which is what all this fuss seems to show;
For what use is digital technology
If it can’t even mend one small toe?
¶ 6
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And chance is all part and parcel
Of this physical, mysterious game,
Why mind so much about one metatarsal?
The World Cup will go on, just the same.
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