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WC2014 Day 25 Rest Day

Peter Goulding

Sunday, July 6th, 2014

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 And now
we’re nearly through,
the hands are on
the World Cup curtain.
I love
this game (don’t chew?)
my country’s hopes
gone for a Burton.
His shoulder
hit my teeth
and stitched me up
in quite a thorough way
Ah no,
I made that up
I did it, Uruguay.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 I said
that I had tripped
his shoulder smacked
me in the dentures.
I lurched,
he might have slipped.
Did not deserve
the FIFA censures.
My country came
to my defence,
so did Diego
Maradonna.
despite
the evidence,
upon my honour.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Yes there were times, while wearing blue
when I bit off more than I could chew.
But through it all, and there’s no doubt,
I tasted skin but spat it out.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 I snapped
and sought him out.
My blood ran cold,
his tasted colder.
The whole
world him shout,
“Look ma, he bit
me on the shoulder!”
They told me that
I must atone
but really I
am no atoner.
Don’t scoff,
for, boys, I’m off
to Barcelona.

© Peter Goulding 6th July 2014

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/wc2014-day-25-rest-day/