Bucket and Sponge Man

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 I stand on the sidelines,
Watching the game,
And await a torn hamstring,
Or a groin to inflame.
A scything tackle,
A cynical lunge,
And on I shall come,
With my bucket and sponge,
To tend to the wounded,
Those hurt and in pain.
With my magical might,
I rival David Blaine.
I’ve no first aid experience,
Read no books or manuals,
But it’s as though I am blessed,
With the powers of Paul Daniels.
If it’s a dislocated shoulder,
Or a twisted knee,
My magic sponge can heal
Any injury.
So, if your favourite player
Should trip fall and plunge
To the ground, pray I’m there
With my bucket and sponge.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/bucket-and-sponge-man/