A Dublin moment

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Jilted and kilted and blowing into a cephelopod’s bum
The lonesome piper stood his ground
Oh how the sound
Squeels with every squeeze

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 He’s there, silhoutted twixt the blue neon hoops
Of a sloping sloop of a post modernist half-pitched parabola
And the harp like edifice, that is the Samuel Beckett Bridge –
A maritime masthead over the Liffey
In a landscape of existentialism

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 The bagpiper’s pimping for Godot
Or at least gigging for a goddam guinea

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 I continue on, in my rush for the last train

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 A Dublin moment

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 ‘Pon the morrow, my weekend will consist of
Taxi driver, supporter, physio, analyst and judge
For sons 2 & 3
And not forgetting my Fantasy Football fetish
I’ll be catching Soccer AM, Football Focus,
Match of the Day 1 & 2
And if Dion himself appears anywhere as a pundit
Then that will be my next
Dublin moment

7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 ūüėČ



A true story.

For my own later recollections:
Due to suspensions, bad weather and lack of refs, there haven’t been matches for 3 months!

And what with a taxi duty for son #1, i missed the first 10 minutes of the first match back, and what does Paddy the Hat-trick do?

Only scores a goal ! (In the 9th minute).
Rare enough too! (He’s more Makelele than Messi).

Gutted (a missed Dublin moment)

Google the Dublin Convention Centre, a beautiful building on Dublin’s Quay, and the Samuel Beckett Bridge. See how wonderful they look at night, and how they change the fluorescent colours for the CCD.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/a-dublin-moment/