Green Fingered

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 How we cheered when
Gerrard galloped onto
Heskey’s cute pass
to slide the ball past Howard.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 How we jeered when
Green’s gaffe gifted
you essay a way
back into the match.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 How we sneered when
Heskey hit the ball
straight at Howard
when clean through on goal.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 How we sighed when
the ref blew to signal
the end of the game;
a nation’s shoulders drooped.


I’m back! It’s taken me this long to recover from Swindon’s play off defeat! Sorry Rob but you’ll never be an England goalie because you’re not good enough & I’m not just being wise after the event; it was the first thing I said to one of my sons when the team was announced.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/green-fingered/