Argy Bargy.

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Watching them, Irons, alight from a barge
and gracefully skip over a myriad of puddles
On their way to the stadium…after, avin it large
Singing their traditional, “I’m Forever Blowing Bubbles”.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 It suddenly dawned on me, stood in awe on the tow-path
As the blatantly obvious things in life sometimes can?
Is an Iron travelling on a barge, avin it large,
Making haste to the stadium…the quintessential floating fan?

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 If so? What a right blinding way, to make tracks to the match?
Their singing and impending arrival majestically regal
Well at least until twenty past seven on Saturday evening perhaps?
When their bubble got burst by the claw of an Eagle.


Interesting way to travel to the match this…for Irons fan at least. While on The Lea Valley Walk on Saturday afternoon, this barge glided in to view, packed, like sardines, full of West Ham fans, who I’m assuming must have boarded at Canary Wharf? Passing by a lone canoeist, who moved over to let them barge (sic) past him, they sang…”Your boats too big for you, your boats too big for you”, which made all of us the bank watching smile.
Sadly the tide did not bode well for floating fans of The Irons…

*Avin it large. London term for a good time,




Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/argy-bargy/