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Poems tagged ‘Barnet’

He’s got a Pineapple on his Head

Dave Martin

Friday, January 1st, 2021

In the Forties and Fifties footballers
looked like the thousands who watched
from the terraces. Short back and sides;
and Billy had a quiff.

In the Sixties and Seventies styles changed,
players set trends and the crowd followed,
to the barbers for the latest trim;
and something for the weekend.

Georgie had a Beatle cut,
Bobbie had a comb-over,
Kevin had a perm.
Everyone’s hair grew longer.

In the Eighties Chris sported that mullet,
the Nineties saw the Mohican, World Cup
Romanians went peroxide, and Jason
had a pineapple on his head.

Since the Noughties football wages
have soared. Premier League millionaires
enjoy lifestyles far distant from fans,
boast hairdos to match.

Colours, styles, shapes and lines
that even those sat in corporate boxes
struggle to copy because of maintenance
costs or dress codes.

Now Gareth has a man bun,
Sadio has dyed lines,
Ayoze has a pompadour.
But anyone can taper, fade.

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Here For The Salad?

Crispin Thomas

Friday, August 4th, 2017

this is when you pinch yourself
dust that scarf from off the shelf
we ain’t scared of no-one else
we are FGR
brand new season brand new era
can you feel it drawing nearer
see our vision growing clearer
raise that concept bar

seats of green lie silent waiting
local hearts anticipating
eco-friendly no debating
living out the dream
days like this will linger longer
time to rise up and be stronger
and confirm that we belong here
up at Forest Green

Forest Green ? But where I hear?
in the middle of nowhere?
Did the salad bring you here?
here to FGR
Wembley mem’ries back in May
blow those cobwebs all away
now it’s here so come the day
come from near and far

perched up on our hillside home
clock our fan-base how it’s grown
see our pitch by solar mown
up at the New Lawn
come and taunt us if you dare
world is changing we don’t care
we’re just grateful to be here
swapping meat for Quorn

we’re prepared for mocking chants
we reply ‘Give Peas A Chance’
come up here and take a glance
this is who we are
call us upstarts when we score
tell us that our menu’s poor
our agenda’s something more
this is FGR

close to Stroud but could be Mars
vegan food electric cars
beer’s organic in our bars
in our bright green home
here where grazing sheep will greet us
we boast Q-Pie and fajitas
green agendas? you can’t beat us
we are on own own

catch the wind that turns the mill
by our home upon the hill?
call us anything you will
“hippies -blah blah blah”
‘fairy tale’ tags out of date
laced with jealousy and hate
we don’t punch above our weight
we are FGR

all those seasons we have known
changing football’s face alone
in a league that’s all our own
we are FGR
are you open can you take it?
are you ready to embrace it?
can you feel it can you taste it ?
up at FGR

this is when you pinch yourself
dust that scarf from off the shelf
we ain’t scared of no-one else
we are FGR
brand new season brand new era
can you feel it drawing nearer
see our vision growing clearer
raise that concept bar

seats of green lie silent waiting
local hearts anticipating
eco-friendly no debating
living out the dream
days like this will linger longer
time to rise up and be stronger
and confirm that we belong here
up at Forest Green

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