Happy 100th birthday Wembley
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It was the place
Our second home in
Suburbia
Or that grandiose
Home in the country
Unspoilt by time
Wembley Stadium
100 years old
You don’t look a day
Over 21,
As youthful as the first
Buds of summer
Pink and cherry blossom
On its hallowed acres
Venerable as the timeless
Turnstiles, the ageless
Grass, cross bars
And posts glowing
In the rudest health
Everything in hale
And hearty
Robustness, strength
Of character of every
Iconic moment
Bobby Moore’s 1966
World Cup hurrah
Interminable FA Cup Finals
Spiced and garnished
With salad days
Parsley, sage, rosemary
And thyme
Stanley Matthews
Breathtaking and baggy shorts
1953, Wembley drinks
In the yeast and barley
Of FA Cup winning glory
A port or brandy
To toast Blackpool’s
Golden Mile of
Heroic splendour
Then Sunderland and Bob Stokoe
Racing after the last bus
Beige coat and natty hat
The essential embroidery
Of Wembley’s stitchwork
Sunderland, outside the top flight
But revitalised on a late sprint
And then there was speedway
In days of yore
Unlikely but true
Motor biking to their
Hearts content
Screeching around sharp
Turns
Oh how Wembley thrilled
To its vastly versatile
Athletes
Then there was rugby league
Greyhounds with the electrifying
Pace of centre forwards or props
And tragically Evil Kneivel
Motor biking unashamedly brave
Once dicing with death
Over processions of London buses
Flying over endless
Double Deckers, roaring towards
Bravado, bravura and
Just fearless and regardless
No regard for health and safety
Wembley 1OO years old
Century maker, centenarian
Enjoy your day and year in the
Sparkling sunlight over
Centuries, delicious pages
Of more stories served
With the sweetness of our lives
Fables and myths
That will always live in eternity
Happy 100th birthday Wembley.
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