Swapping Shirts with Shakespeare
¶ 1
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Our revels are starting – the game’s to be won,
Tis time to swap shirts before the day’s run,
I swap mine with Shakespeare, with a poem sublime,
Tis all about football, in memory’s rhyme:
¶ 2
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‘Sphere! Leather sphere!
See how I kick the muddied orb
High into the vaulted azure sky,
Far above London’s dark grime and soot,
Until it doth descend,
When I trap it with my boot.
¶ 3
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Then have I ambition mundane,
One terrestrial aim:
Solely,
To advance upon the opposition goalie,
To score with a shot oh so sublime,
That doth transcend reason and rhyme,
Receive applause as offered from some votary,
Far more art and artifice in that
Than in writing this preposterous poetry.’
¶ 4
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I thank you, lords, ladies and commoners.
On to the next stage, by your leave.
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