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Mood For A Day.

kevin raymond

Thursday, November 4th, 2010

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Meandering out when the whistle had blown
Shaking our heads we’re amazed
We couldn’t believe we’d played so bad at home
We were awful, and a bleeding disgrace.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Throats sore and tight from the shouting
Of vocally trying to spur the team on
Our very souls full of serious self doubting
Reflected in those last shallow songs.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 We’re aiming our angst at the waster up front
He couldn’t score if their keeper lay static
Fans nearby me were a trifle more blunt
Referring to a birth cert not being valid.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 Glistening streets reflecting our ire
We trudge toward a pub near the ground
With our luck of today the pub has caught fire
So our sorrows have no place to drown.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 The chances we missed, and freak goal they scored
Going joyously back to The North points in hand
Replayed so many times on pub’s telly it’s gauling
We’re thinking of giving this boozer a blank.

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 Fans pore over programmes from cover to back
Searching for a glimmer of hope
To stop too much drinking, thus bringing on an attack
Of depression, where the whole weekend winds up morose.

7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 Idols with trophys smile at us from pictures
On a wall adorned with heroes of the past
From the days when our club and it’s mystery
Inspired an interest in us kids sure to last.

8 Leave a comment on verse 8 0 Staring in to the froth of a watered down beer
We dwell on the points total grossed
A funereal mood encumbers all gathered here
Where winning’s a pleasurable ghost.

9 Leave a comment on verse 9 0 Just then James Alexander Gordon reads out the scores
We hear our fierce local rivals are beat
The mood changes to singing and the crashing of doors
As jubiliant fans race off home, down the street.

10 Leave a comment on verse 10 0 Eternal optism informs me and me mucker
Dire matchdays like this will soon pass
Right now, we’re all lying down in the gutter
But there’s some of us…. looking up at the stars!*

© Kev 2010

Notes

With my sincere apoligies to the late quite brilliant Oscar Wilde for the use of the last two lines, which I know are not as he composed them, but I felt fitting to express the eternal optimism that every football fan needs to carry on regardless.

Peace

Kev.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/mood-for-a-day/