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Eat Your Heart Out

S B Ingle

Tuesday, September 11th, 2007

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 We recently named a club diner
An American style eaterie
It used to be ‘Scores’ – but we didn’t
And previously ‘Strikers’ but we sold them all-

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 So they’ve renamed it “Yellows”
Well that just says it all
They might as well call it “Cowards”
“We surrender” chalked on the wall

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Skinny chips, with a cup of weak tea
With sugar free fruit and jelly
Asparagus tips and well-bred ham
Accompanied by vermicelli

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 What sort of name is “Yellows”?
Well, this fan has had enough
The Coward from the Country
Has decided to get tough

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 We don’t want to be hosted by daffodils
Or resemble tubs of custard
We’re not basking in warm sunshine
Time for stereotypes to be busted

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 We’re mean; we’re hard; we’re nasty
Don’t be misled by yellow hue
Don’t follow the herd, no kowtow
Call me Buttercup and I’ll sue!

© S B Ingle 10.9.07

Notes

Of all the names in all the world. And they had to call it Yellows.

Advice to kids: pick a team, any team. As long as they don’t play in YELLOW.

RED: blood, heart, passion

BLUE: skys the limit

GREEN: lucky; ‘rub of the green’

YELLOW: bad news. Yellow belly, yellow fever, Yellow Pages. Case rested.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/eat-your-heart-out/