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Alas poor football

Peter Goulding

Thursday, November 15th, 2012

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Alas, poor football; once I loved him well
when I was in my prime and full of hope
but now I hear the tolling of the bell.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 From Roker Park to Maine Road and the Dell,
he’d sink a dram with misanthrope and pope.
Alas, poor football; once I loved him well.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 The volume of the crowd once could propel
a football down that famous Yeovil slope,
but now there’s just the tolling of the bell.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 The dollar signs helped formulate a spell
and now his sparkling jacket’s changed to taupe.
Alas, poor football; once I loved him well.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 The moneymen have rung a lavish knell
and turned his life into a lavish soap –
its theme tune now the tolling of a bell.

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 They dug up Eden; then they planted Hell,
a backdrop to the gently swaying rope.
Alas, poor football; once I loved him well
but now I hear the tolling of the bell.

© Peter Goulding 15th November 2011

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/alas-poor-football/