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A poem not about poetry

Robert Lane

Monday, February 7th, 2005

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 We sat in the pub drinking and talking about football
We didn’t think about, or try to bring “it” into the conversation
We all felt pretty good about the absence of “it”.
I doubt that any of us even had a pen to write on the soggy coasters
But we passed the afternoon away happily, some might say naively,
in that golden warm fuzz called drunkenness.
Suddenly, Macka yelled,
“How about your shout?”
Then Johnno said,
“Ya a poet and ya wouldn’t know it.”
The drinks were plonked on the bar and we continued to drink.
Nobody mentioned “it” again.

© Robert Lane 2005

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/a-poem-not-about-poetry/