Art as a Mirror of Football

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 To some it’s just coincidence,
To some it’s downright eerie.
Others might ascribe it
To the fact that I am tired.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 The European hangover,
To give it its new name,
Means Shels are playing poorly
And my verse is just identical.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 The words fly up and yonder
Like a dictionary sublime.
I pick them out at random
But they do not seem to fit.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 Just as Shels are finding it
Quite hard to readjust,
My rhyming skills are such that I
Feel I have been knocked out.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 Where once the words lay hanging,
Waiting gamely to be plucked,
Now they all have vanished and
I reckon I’m in trouble.

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 The other thing I’m finding,
And it’s also going wrong,
Is that my final sentence
Seems to go on seemingly endlessly into a mindless drivel, with no serious attempt to make it scan in the slightest, as if the concept of length were alien to me, which of course it isn’t.


Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/art-as-a-mirror-of-football/