Football Poetry
¶ 1
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Football poems in muddy boots
Those heroic couplets with chalk down the verbs
Them epics that flew off the wings of metaphors
Roared on by the mythic terrace
In boss ghazals
Syllables for goalposts
iambs to the slaughter
And fans who throw a strophe
Holler from the stanzas: “You’re just a postmodern pyrrhic!”
and “The referee’s a tanka!”
I really, really wish I’d thought of that closing line!
Absolute classic!