Euro 2004 Diary : Day 20
¶ 1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Thursday 1st July
¶ 2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Not just a writers block
¶ 3
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I needed inspiration
because my turn of phrase
was impeded
¶ 4
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my stilted stanza’s stunted
my chutzpah chopped
my couplets cropped
my tempo tugged
my puns pinched
my metre man-handled
my beat baulked
my haiku hacked
¶ 5
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even my rhyme’s
whether good, bad or rancid
were halted in their prime
although I might get away with :
Bolf, replacing my weekly golf
Smicer, went down well with my pizza
Rosicky, but then I start to get picky
¶ 6
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I needed inspiration
but the muse that is my Nedved
limped off, utterly distraught
and so the satisfaction quota – equated naught
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