Football with the Feet
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my Dad used to call it
when we emigrated to the States
in the mid-Fifties
real footie we played
in contrast to that other stuff
when Basil would wrestle with
aluminium on his rabbit ears
to try to wrench a picture
out of the snow
on his black and white Sylvania TV
to get a view of blokes
padded like all get out
helmeted
demi-gods
and oh my god
all those commercials
for Bromo Seltzer
Ralston Wheat Chex
20 Mule Team Borax!
Ah there they are
we can just about see them
through the snow…. Touchdown!
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