An unbelievable miss
¶ 1
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This morning, by the pool,
My wife walked past
A bright red plastic football
Teetering on the edge..
So close,
She could have toe-ended it in,
Or flicked it sideways
Or rolled it back onto her instep
And done a few keepie-uppies,
Or executed a Cruyff turn,
Or stepped over it and stabbed it
With her back foot,
Or flicked it up Willie Carr-like
Before swivelling and volleying home.
¶ 2
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But she did none of these.
She simply walked right past it,
Ignored it completely
As if it wasn’t there.
As Motty would say,
Unbelievable.
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