Eight Thousand Poems Shining
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I went into a bookshop,
Enquired at the desk:
“Would I find any football poems
Somewhere upon your shelves?”
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The owner drew his breath in sharp,
Shook head from side to side,
Assumed a snooty, stuck up tone,
And with a smirk replied:
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“We’ve volumes by Will Shakespeare,
Donne, Larkin and McGough.
But poetry on football?
We do not stock such stuff.”
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I trawled through my Anthologies,
In search of better fortune:
The Oxford Book of Modern Verse,
The Cambridge and the Norton.
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No lack of work by Whitman,
Poe, Hardy and Thom Gunn.
But poems about football?
Alas, I found there none.
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I logged onto a website
Called Footballpoets.org.
I scarcely could believe my luck,
I was quite overawed.
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I swear my heart did miss a beat,
My eyes they lit up bright.
Eight thousand poems were shining.
Eight thousand poems were shining.
Were shining, shining, shining,
Like the moon and stars at night!
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16/6/06
Denys E. W. Jones
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