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The Table

Peter Goulding

Thursday, March 19th, 2009

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 I once had a bedside table
Which came all the way from Rome.
It was owned by Betty Grable
So I’m told.
And I miss our gate-leg table
That stood proudly in our home,
The one my sister Mabel
Went and sold.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 That full-sized snooker table
Was my father’s pride and joy.
It was kept inside the stable
Where we’d play.
And my uncle’s coffee table,
Built when Adam was a boy,
It propped up the Tower of Babel,
So they say.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Yes, my granny’s drop-leaf table
Under which her gin was hid –
It became the stuff of fable
In our school.
And the periodic table
Always stumped me as a kid.
Perhaps that’s why folk label
Me a fool.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 My old television table
Which was painted brilliant white –
It would hide the TV cable
And its strands.
But I don’t think I am able
To recall a finer sight
Than the First Division table
As it stands.

© Peter Goulding 19th March 2009

Notes

Let’s hope it looks even finer at the end of the season!

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/the-table/