Football Poets

The Master’s Crisp-less Tale

And as it grew closer to Crisp-less..
the crowds did gather before the Master of the Verse …
in a place just offeth the M5eth where artists, poets
and quite weird soccer writers do liveth in abundenth…

and there they did stand in designer Barbour jackets & Range Rovers alongside woolly- hatted and yoghurt-woven bicyclist
and dreamers in solar-powered rainbow painted Citroens…
and there upon the Cotwold Hills..they did cry as one…

o master…speak to us of football
and where goest it.. in these dark un-united times?

and the master did look away from the North
and far from Trafford’s crumbling temple spires
and as the long-time riegn of the football sons of Manchester did finally slip away he did turn his gaze and hopes South-wards..

and the master spoketh thus…
evry region doth have its day
que sera and really deep stuff like that…
like… when you play
you play not for yourselves
or for each other
you playeth for the money
and in larger quantities
than players of yesteryear
could every have imaginedeth…
and know this well o football lovers
it’s not about taking part
it’s about taking every thing you can
in as short a time as possible
and putting nothing back for the children
injuries will come…
and scandalous fights in dodgy bars will go..
but remember well this holiday..
when upon St Boxing’s Day
the classy Arsenal doth enterain
the lovely cuddly Chelsea…. …
and the lesser clubs struggle to raise £20 in some raffle ..

football is not just for christmasits for Pancake Day, Easter, Chase the Elves Round the Lord Of The Rings Set the school holidays
and the whole of the summer to follow
as well ..if we’re lucky…
so go ye…out into the world (cup)
be lucky in the year of the two thousand of the two..
and fear not that that England are in the same group
as Argentina,Nigeria and Sweden…
because evry dog has its day…and who wants to support
a country where they eat dogs anyway (don’t go Basil!!!)
and go ye with pen or mouse and keyboard firmly in hand
and writeye football poems of every team in evry land..
and send them inneth in reams ..but in languages we can understand….or with a translation..
and may every goal …
(not just the ten-thousandth)..
.be an act of love and charity..
and keep the one dream real….
WORLD PEACE AND FREEDOM THROUGH FOOTBAL POETRY NOW!
for well you know…
WE FOLLOW WE PLAY
WE HAVE OUR SAY
may all your goals be not just realised
but also video’d if possible…
and maybe later transferred and digitallt re-enhanced onto DVD

have a peaceful new year from Crispin

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