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A Bad Night In.

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 After three of four games I was yawning
Though not from the toils of my day
Fare from the Prem seemed so boring
Like the two motdled dogs on display.*

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Mates of mine journeyed to Swansea
In director’s box seats they had sat
Well I’m thankful I saved my money
I wouldn’t be pleased having paid to see that?

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Games seemed devoid of all passion,
Staid like the two fading pro’s
Whose monosyllabic words on the action
Entertained me like a freshly broke nose.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 I got up made the tea, thought it was me
That tired I was missing the thrills
Of committed attacks, defensive mishaps
Swanning, the odd goalkeeping spill.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 Sat well narked on the sofas, no place for a bloke
Demanding the screen wake his soul
So the passion within screams: “That was in”
At replayed and debateable goals.

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 Didn’t feel like a Saturday night’s footer to me
Something quite clearly was up
I remedied by changing quickly over to ITV
For the real excitement of the old F.A Cup!

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Notes

Watching Match of The Day, last Saturday evening after missing the start of it, seemed really boring, games, pundits, etc, etc. I just couldn’t get in to it, until I had a brainwave: why not turn over and watch the FA Cup highlights on ITV instead?

Which were truly wonderful and a complete change for the better in presentation, action sequences, post match interviews and much more passionate that any of what I witnessed earlier on in the evening over on The Beeb.

*1, Should be mottled, but used motd instead.

*2, Means peeved or somewhat put out in Cockney slang.

Go well and be lucky.

Carefree…..

Peace.

Kev.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/a-bad-night-in/