Deutschland 1 England 5 – William Wordsworth buys the Sunday Papers

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Football has not anything to show more fair:
Dull would she be of soul who could forget those goals,
A sight so touching in its majesty:
The headlines now doth, like a garment, wear
The beauty of the morning; silent, bare.
The tabloids and the broadsheets lie
Open to the newsagent’s eye;
All bright and glittering in the fag filled air.
Never did The Sun more patriotically leap
Upon a newsvendor, shop or till;
Ne’er saw I a calm so deep
Yet tinged with apprehensive mania,
For we all fear disappointment still,
Oh dear God! Please let us stuff Albania.


Composed upon Westminster Bridge this very morning – all serene after last night’s fireworks.

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