He came to Coventry by train
to perform his one man show,
in the huge central library
and his poems they did flow.
Sadly the audience wasn’t large
but Crispin didn’t really care,
he just carried on regardless
and I was so glad to be there.
He looked like a real poet
with a cool hat upon his head,
and even without a microphone
you could hear everything he said.
We chuckled at his anecdotes
and his tales about Chelsea,
the days of the mighty Shed
Tambling and of course Greavesie.
He waxed lyrical about Roy of the Rovers
the superstar from the comic page,
we discovered he’s Crispin’s football hero
this striker who never seemed to age.
Then the mood did darken a little
of a story not about any score,
but when rival soldiers played football
in between fighting during the First World War.
So keep up the good work Crispin
and never stop your football chat,
you’re the beautiful game’s John Cooper Clarke
as you perform poetry in your pork pie hat !