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HM (All hail!)

Trent Morris

Thursday, October 22nd, 2015

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 All hail to the Hard Man! Cold,
flying in studs-high.
Midfielders keeping honest,
who once dithered.
Prototypes who starred when
sending off meant someone died.
Sure, from the sound of footsteps,
softer strikers withered.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 All hail to the Hard Man! Cloudy.
Never scored a goal,
save for the time he
put a keeper in a coma.
Not a yellow card fan
(means he pulled out of a tackle).
Can you smell the smelling salts?
That’s his aroma.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 All hail to the Hard Man. Hail.
Played before this age
with six or seven on the bench.
One substitution?
No greater reward than
using sinew, speed and rage
to put the home side down to
ten through retribution.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 All hail to the Hard Man. Reigning.
Unsuspecting wingers.
With the force of falls
seen only in Niagara.
Don’t let down your guard, Man!
Not the ball that you’re protecting
from that warhorse from
an age before Viagra.

© Trent Morris 2015

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/hm-all-hail/