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People loiter at their doors
To tidy up front hedges
And chat with old neighbours
“Are you watching the football then?”
“Yes, but it’s sending me to sleep
Its’ like watching Norwich City
And the refereeings weak”
“I was looking forward to seeing Brazil
The pace, the goals the flair
But they’re disappointing like the rest
I think I’ll go and wash me hair”



By the time they all get going, the tournament will be over…

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/brazil-but/