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The Boro don’t do dishcloth grey

Chantal Taylor

Thursday, June 16th, 2005

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 The Boro play football like the weather
Not ours of course – they don’t do dishcloth grey
But tropical, eleven red and whites that kiss the leather
Like the sun, into evening’s goal, or they go dry
Super Sirocco hot and mean
Together they kiss the sky
Downing’s cross, the feather flick of lightning
In before you saw it
Schwarzer like the moon
A giant tether of tides
Opponent’s clouds come and go
but Mendi’s foot still a Michaelangelo

Notes

I did this a few year’s ago when we had Juninho, Emmerson and Rav and subbed their names for the new boys

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/the-boro-dont-do-dishcloth-grey/