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The Burger Bar

Dave Martin

Saturday, October 3rd, 2020

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 At the burger bar the cooks grill and fry
while the Yellow Army queue to buy –
chips with a beefburger, cheeseburger,
double cheeseburger, belly buster,
hot dog, or even a local pie.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Perhaps the steak pasties catch your eye,
but if you don’t want an animal to die
choose cheesy chips or a veggie burger
at the burger bar.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 The prices charged are really not that high
though the fat levels may make your doctor sigh.
There are sauces to suit each supporter –
ketchup, mustard, H.P, salt and pepper.
Our half-time hunger we can all satisfy
at the burger bar.

Notes

This poem was originally written for the Torquay United programme but did not get in, another of my poems did instead. There was a suggestion the reference to dead animals might offend some.
After watching a live stream of the first half of the first home match of this season, 3/10/2020 I posted the poem on Twitter @DaveMartin46 and after the final whistle posted it here. We sneaked a 1-0 win and you could say Stockport were robbed, but that’s football. We did defend well.
And I grilled my own half time burger.

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Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/the-burger-bar/