Football Poets

Come in Mr Maroon why you in distress,
“cos the wife wears the trousers I must confess.
Why your Mr Car-Goal he send you along.
I teach respect and calmness,so what is wrong..
The goals have dried up I can”t seem […]

Brazil grind out draw.

Almost pay the penalty.

Samba misses beat.

Uruguay have no bite.

James serves up two goal vintage.

Colombia on track.

The Young Guns Fire Blanks.

Suarez shoots down sad England.

Soon be out of town.

Spain find it Chille.

They catch a cold in Brazil,

Blown out of World Cup.

Brazil led a dance.

Samba men are out of step.

Stopper thwarts Neymar.

Pepe is Muellered.

Sour crout leaves a real bad taste.

Mueller is not right.

Reds secret weapon.

Phantom player on the pitch.

F-A inquiry.?

No stopping the blues

Double Dzeko runs Reds down.

City three wheeling..

Preston Plumber Parts.

Tom and Stan reunited.

Now angels have wings.

The gunner stands by his Arsenal,
A winter chill is in the air.
Liverpool’s reds stay in their beds,
Chewing Toffees with ne’er a care.
A Blue Moon is over Old Trafford,
The red dawn still so far away.
Down the […]

Homes like match sticks swept away,
When the typhoon struck that day.
Now Jai is an orphan boy,
With no home ! lost every toy.
The one he prized over all,
Was his brand new birthday ball.
Like all boys he had his […]

Players are only fed the ball,
Now feed the monkey is taboo.
Alas people go bananas,
They say primates are for the zoo.

How sad it is throughout the world,
So many kids can starve and die.
When someone’s words […]

Roy top of the poles..

England go Brazilian.

Never a close shave..

It”s so sad when you lose a friend,
Who”se kin with blood that is the same.
Sharing the ups and downs of life,
And faced up to whatever came.

On the field of play you stood tall,
Scars of battle long time […]

Mourinho shell shocked.

Blues brood beaten by Basel.

Fowl up at the bridge.

Blues get a wigan.

Man City find out Wats-on.

Underdogs bite back.

Glasgow Mean Time watch to stop.

Fergie to clock off.

Winder up now to wind down.

The Villians shoot six.

Tyneside teams totter towards

The dreaded trap door.

Dear Anne you did not die in vain,
You sought the truth through all the pain.
Lies were said you did not believe,
Families were left alone to grieve.
Their hands were washed but staid unclean,
Son Kevin had died […]