1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 The contents of the burgers and pies
at most football stadia, are as suspect
as the meat in the balti’s of Birmingham
or the kebabs of street vendors
in the Phillippines.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Ernest Hemingway would have been hard pushed
to have been adventurous enough
to try an, allegedly, steak and kidney pie.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Ranulph Fiennes would have had to go that extra mile
before he could say, with any confidence,
the beef in the beef burgers
definitely wasn’t horse.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 And yet the queue always snakes and winds
all the way back to the programme sellers pitch,
as a cast of thousands opt to miss
the half-time raffle; the under 12s penalty shoot-out,
or the Doris Bloomer Synchronised Formation Dancing Team.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 Halfway through, with the roof of your mouth
red raw, and the enamel peeling off your teeth,
it makes you wonder whether Delia
eats the pies at Norwich?

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/alsatian-burger/