Crispin in the Library
¶ 1
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He came to Coventry by train
to perform his one man show,
in the huge central library
and his poems they did flow.
¶ 2
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Sadly the audience wasn’t large
but Crispin didn’t really care,
he just carried on regardless
and I was so glad to be there.
¶ 3
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He looked like a real poet
with a cool hat upon his head,
and even without a microphone
you could hear everything he said.
¶ 4
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We chuckled at his anecdotes
and his tales about Chelsea,
the days of the mighty Shed
Tambling and of course Greavesie.
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He waxed lyrical about Roy of the Rovers
the superstar from the comic page,
we discovered he’s Crispin’s football hero
this striker who never seemed to age.
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Then the mood did darken a little
of a story not about any score,
but when rival soldiers played football
in between fighting during the First World War.
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So keep up the good work Crispin
and never stop your football chat,
you’re the beautiful game’s John Cooper Clarke
as you perform poetry in your pork pie hat !
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