Football Poets

A Mexican wave
isn’t that really exciting ?
it’s so fresh and new.

In the studio
no outspoken characters
it needs a Roy Keane.

Some England players
apologize to us fans
for an early exit.

“look we’re on the […]

It’s nearly kick off time
the pub is filling up,
England verses Italy
in the World Cup.

Eleven o’ clock at night
so it’s a little bit late,
some fans are really drunk
and many are in a state.

But the atmosphere […]

We’ve paid our dues
at tournaments time after time,
and we’ve tried our best
but commited no crime.

And bad mistakes
yes we’ve made a few,
had tears run down our face
but we’ve come through.

We can be the […]

In today’s paper
there’s a free World Cup wallchart
got all the matches.

I pin it on wall
like I did as a young boy
Nineteen Sixty Six.

I look at fixtures
all the England games marked off
come on Three […]

Let the hype begin
World Cup fever on it’s way
so can England win ?

But there’s Germany
Brazil and Argentina
and what about Spain ?

The Italians
or the outsiders Belgium
Uruguay are tough.

Hodgson is […]

“And what do you want to be
when you leave here young lad ?”
“Me Sir, I’m going to be a footballer
watched on the terraces by my dad.”

“And I want to play for Coventry City
and wear the Sky Blue,
be idolised by […]

One person is feeling happy
another is having a cry,
while someone is ecstatic
a poor soul wants to die.

But it’s only football
and not life or death,
they’re not in hospital
and drawing their last breath.

But […]

Last game of season
fans on the coaches and trains
some in fancy dress.

There’s Fred Flinstone
playing cards with Robin Hood
and Elvis Presley.

Puzzled commuter
sits opposite a Hobbit
drinking can of beer.

In […]

I’ve always loved Football
since I was just a lad,
played for my school teams
watched by my dear old dad.

Left wing was my best position
although I liked to cut inside,
played for Coventry Boys
which filled my […]

“We are staying up ”
sing the relieved fans,
fingernails stopped being chewed
right down to their quick.

No more nervous tension
stress levels returned to normal,
sweat dried up on furrowed brows.

End of season […]

Hull City hit five
Sheffield United three
Tigers first final.

Wigan Athletic
lose a penalty shoot out
Arsenal scrape through.

Can Hull win the Cup ?
or the Gunners reign supreme ?
should be a cracker !

Fourteeen years ago
football poets created
and still going strong.

Thousands of poems
about the beautiful game
poets young and old.

Football on the brain
poets waxing lyrical
keyboard fanatics.

Poems on the […]

It’s a crucial time of the season
who’s going up or down,
can Liverpool win the title
and lift the Premiership crown ?

So who’s going to be relegated
go down to the Championship ?
all the teams at the bottom
are […]

It must be some sort of joke
as it is April Fools Day,
it says to buy an England shirt
ninety quid is the price you’ll pay.

They must be winding us up
as who wants to pay that ?
but now little Jimmy wants
the […]

Standing with my dad
clicking a sky blue rattle
a packed Highfield Road.

Man outside the ground
with rosettes and pin badges
of every club.

My autograph book
full of players signatures
one by Jimmy […]

He came on the radio
after his team got beat,
he was in pieces and angry
at his beloved club’s defeat.

He said he’d been a fan for years
followed them all over the place,
but his voice started to crack
and tears […]

Playing every game away
and with a very young team,
my club is in such a state
it makes me want to scream.

We were once in the Premier League
and playing the country’s elite,
I saw us take on England’s […]

The holders Wigan
knock out Manchester City
Latics love the Cup.

Gus Poyet’s Black Cats
are not up to scratch at Hull
so the Tigers pounce.

Arsenal are on fire
put four goals past Everton
a deuce for […]

I don’t like divers
so throw them all in,
give them a straight red card
as it’s a footballing sin.

Some owners of our clubs
who because of their wealth,
do whatever they like
but they’re bad for our […]

Pardew loses plot
anger management needed
he has to cool down.

His team were winning
but the red mist clouds his view
it goes to his head.

Shearer wants him out
“butt” Pardew will keep his job
the last chance […]