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Spectrum

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Birthday boy and his pals
head off into the witching hour
whereas I
I’m ready to hit the hay – before it is even sown

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 They head to where the grass is mown
the verdant village green
whereupon ensues
a midnight mini-match
while I
snatch
zzzzzzzs
not even fit enough to toddle up the road
to ref….
other side of the spectrum?
there was a time…..

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 I envy them their youth and their vitality
they just pity
my advancement

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 ~ # ~

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 I no longer play or train
Instead I watch and write

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 I don’t confine myself to Blue
When away we whip in white

7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 At home I encourage and cajole
The gene pool’s looking bright

8 Leave a comment on verse 8 0 Daughter dazzles at the dancing
Winners all, the medals cite

Notes

Patrick the Hat-trick is 12 tomorrow.

Happy Birthday son.

Thirteen years I’m writing football dirge – and all from reading out bedtime rhymes and thinking…. that must be easy? Little did I know.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/spectrum/