green fingers : stemming the tide of tortuous tat

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 they’re springing up everywhere
this growing band of football poets
from flower power, to budding youth
from the withering, to the know wits

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 like pigs in muck
quills playfully toil
nurturing such special words
shooting up through the soil

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 by taking an axe to the axioms
and clipping at the clichés
let’s hope we can cut out
all the ‘end of the days’

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 yet all the while
we’re debunking modern isms
glorifying this sport of ours
with such bounteous rhythms

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 so let coaches cultivate
the life blood of the game
whilst we bards, happily prune away
the posturing of fame!


inspired by the recent proliferation of new poets and their excellent contributions
plus, spring is in the air and the garden demands attention!

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/green-fingers-stemming-the-tide-of-tortuous-tat/