Mead Primary School Poems+ Book Review
As part of an on-going September school exhibiton ….a selection of poems produced in June at Mead Community Primary School in a World Cup Workshop with Crispin..I love this first one!
(by kind permission of Stuart) ….Crispin
1 MEAD COMMUNITY PRIMARY SCHOOL FOOTBALL POEMS.
2 GAME ON -EDDIE GIBBONS BOOK REVIEW.
1.
PETER CROUCH ..
BROKE HARRY’S DAD’S FOOT !
Peter Crouch
scored a cracking goal,
It sent Harry’s dad
to hospital.
He jumped in the air
And screamed in pain
“I don’t think
I’ll do that again”
I reckon now
He hates Peter Crouch ,
He wants to punch him in the face
And then he’ll scream
oh my nose,
And then his nose
went the colour rose.
Da Da Da !*!*!*!
Alex & Harry (Mead C.P.School)
(Harry’s Dad jumped up in hte air and broke his foot when Crouchy scored..true strory!)
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I AM
I am the least important
The crossbar is my name
I used to be the highest
But then someone came
Crouchy!
Players charge at me every day
People stand under me and have their say
No one cares about me
They say I’m in their way
Especially Crouchy!
People shout at me
For being so thin
Stopping the ball
From going in
But without me
You couldn’t even play
I’m the most important in a way
(But Crouchy would miss any way)
By Jess molo loz x
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A PIECE OF GRASS
I’m a piece of grass
Surrounded by others
Green tall and thin
Cramped and pushed
Not always everywhere flung by the ball
Stood on and studded
All I hear is people shout
Arguing with the ref
Swearing with each other
They never give it a rest
Why was I made a piece of grass.
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GOALIE’S GLOVES
I am the gloves of the goalkeeper
Sweating with tears
Something wriggling inside me
When the keeper catches the ball I tremble and shiver with fear
Maybe I wasn’t made to do this
I am too much of a wimp
I shouldn’t have this job
The gloves of the goal keeper I shouldn’t be!
By Lauren , Mollie, Jess
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FOOTBALL IS THE WORLD
Football is the world
The world is the greatest
I am the world
I am the heaven and the hell
The angel of the stadium
I watch over the ball
I watch over fans
I watch over the crowd
I watch over the world
Football is the world
The world is the greatest
I am the world
I am the love and hate
I am crazy
People adore me
But they also loathe me
Football is the world
The world is the greatest
I am the world
I am the black and the white
I am the dark and the light
I am the sun and the moon
I am the football
football is the world
Football is the world
The world is the greatest
I am the world
I am the goal
The centre and corner
The offside flag
I am the ref and the whistle
Football is the world
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WINNING THE GOLDEN CUP
Football is cool
it really does rule
I‘d rather play football
Than go to school
‘Cause I’m from England
England till I die
Even if they sometimes
Make me cry
Crouch up front
Rooney’s there too
Cole on the left
Will see us through
Beck’s on the right
Sven is so tight
Come on England
Win the fight
By Robert Young and
Mohamed karmoun
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HEROES
We were all sitting in our seats
when they came out,
The heroes came out
Them!
It was England and TUNISIA!
WE WERE ALL SCREAMING
England, England dressed in white
, they put up a really great fight!
Football is so cool
it really does rule,
Then comes Gary Lineker
with his great big ears,
Then who’s next?
Oh Jazirie a lovely goal from his head!
BY S.C T.J
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I AM A FOOTBALL
I am a football,
A football I am.
First I was in England,
Now in Siam.
Why do they kick me?
I have feelings too!
Even though I was made,
Just to be kicked by you.
But when I go into the goal,
They all cheer.
That makes me happy
Not sad, happy.
Cheer cheer! Cheer cheer!
Now I am a star,
I’m sure I will go far.
I am the star of the world,
The World Cup.
I am the best,
Better than the rest.
People adore me,
Buying me everywhere.
In England, Spain, France,
And my home country Siam.
But who will win?
What happens if they don’t want me?
What will they do?
If I get old,
And covered in mould.
What if they get a new football?
Better than me.What will I do?
Be popped with a pin
When they drink?
But while my time lasts,
I will be happy being the World Cup ball.
But when the time comes,
I will retire in the trophy hall.
Because that’s what I am,
A football. Not a star,
A plain football.
And that’s what I am,
And happy to be!!!
By Lloyd and Joe.
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Football Poetry book review – Eddie Gibbons
Book Review: “Game On!” by Eddie Gibbons, Thirsty Books, £6.99
ISBN 1902831985
Witty and funny 80’s style fanzine back cover, fronted by retro-ironic 50’s style goal mouth action – this is a book that you can judge by the outside. Yes, it’s about footie, yes, it’s clever and humorous, but the front cover wouldn’t let you know about the quality of the writing. Eddie Gibbons has an enviable ability to rhyme and write with economy, precision and perception. His poems are well crafted and drafted (was it Robert Graves who said to Wilfred Owen that “A poem is not complete until it’s written on a second sheet”?). He shows that it is possible to write proper poems about football, poems that go beyond the reflecting back of apparent reality, poems that hint at something a little bit more elusive, allusive and haunting. The book contains over 40 poems, all of high quality, including one that I would love to use in R.E. lessons but I include an extract from a different one to show what a good buy this book would be:
FORENSIC
What happened here today
will turn into mythology,
and in the misty
melancholy of a later telling,
the whistle now blowing
will be a symbol
of something long since lost.
There will be an adjustment
of hopes; folklore and old songs
will be stitched together,
and be retold as
dim recollections,
small consolations
for the dark days ahead…
© Stuart Butler – 24 Jul 2006
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27th November 2024 at 5:55 am
‘You’re Supposed To Be At Home’ is an excellent and moving poem Denys.
You start off thinking it’s just about another oft-sung chant, one we personally heard a lot last season throughout our second relegation in a row here at Forest Green(FGR) ! I always love poems where you think they are saying one thing and then they suddenly pull you deeper to somewhere or something else else.
I’m currently helping in a local school for FGR in a voluntary capacity using football to help young students with reading. At an upcoming session we will tackle racism, just like we did in workshops at football schools and grounds when we first started this site 24 years ago. I’m gonna try and weave your poem into a session.
We’ve added it to the Anti- Racism/Kick It Out section under Crispin’s Corner.
Best C
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26th November 2024 at 1:59 pm
Great poem and great to see you back Wyn.
Don’t leave it so long next time my friend!
More please.
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13th September 2024 at 6:14 pm
Welcome to Football Poets Beth
Great evocative poem Beth….
More please !
Haiku always welcome.
Hope we (FGR) get to play you again soon
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Crispin
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26th July 2024 at 6:25 pm
Great poem Mike Bartram. Eddie was a legend, affectionately known in Liverpool as, “the first hooligan.” Even the hoolies were well dressed in those days. The amazing thing was he was only 26 when that picture was taken. He’d played for Everton youth team and was well known to the players. He never got arrested. They threw him out and he climbed back in, just in time for Derek Temples winner.
I used the picture of him being tackled to the ground on the front cover of my book, “Once Upon a rhyme in Football.” It’s worth looking on youtube and finding the re-enactment of the Wembley scene. Frank Skinner and Baddiel went around to Eddies home in the 1990’s and acted it out on the green outside. It’s hilarious, especially all the effort they put in to get Eddie sober enough to shoot the scene.
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10th July 2024 at 6:07 pm
Hi Crispin,
I don’t know if you’ve see the picture in social media today…
a picture of a teenage Lionel Messi cradling a baby in Africa as part of a photoshoot…. the family had won a lottery to have their baby pictured with him….
the photographer has just revealed that the baby is actually in fact Lamine Yamal!!!!
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26th May 2024 at 2:30 pm
Hi Denys…
Re Man City:
OK it was 20 years ago but Criag Wilson did write this and a few others on them back in 04/05.
BTW I’m more Forest Green Rover since 2014 (and Chelsea) these days . I drum and am a standing season ticket holder .
Best
Crispin
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29th April 2024 at 2:47 pm
Hi Denys,
Yes Richard Williams you’re a brilliant wordsmith, my friend. When I first saw your football poetry I thought it was the superb Guardian sports and music writer. I once had the honour of sitting next to Richard Williams while at the Independent on the sports desk. He writes about music and sport with immense knowledge and authority. I’ve read a couple of Richard’s books recently. Great writer rather like you Richard Williams the Pompey fan. Congratulations on promotion.
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28th April 2024 at 5:59 pm
Thanks Denys. Yes your replay poem was superb.
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26th April 2024 at 4:46 pm
Nice work, Joe. You were quick off the mark with that! Good one from Richard Williams too I see.
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25th April 2024 at 7:33 pm
Hi Denys,
Thanks mate. I’ll do it now.
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