how we failed haiku
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Last night I supported, live on stage to a packed house, my all time icon poet and John Cooper Clarke right here in Stroud..still matchstick thin like a Lowry figure with that Robert Smith early Dylan hairstyle, he kindly allowed me to totally pinch and change his classic haiku for the sake of our football-less country..later we had a great time talking about the good old days when we used to get peed on and soaking wet on the uncovered terraces..often in fear of our lives at games..them were t’ days..when real men and real fans worked down pits, and players never got to train with a ball and players wore the shirt with pride for people in tweed suits like Sir Alf ..allegedly..
to convey one’s mood
in seventeen syllables
is very diffic
John Cooper Clarke
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Hi Denys, it’s great to have another Toffee posting on Footy Poets. I haven’t contributed for some time, but if you click my name you’ll find some Everton poems going back several years.
Yes, now we’re all made up about the Chelsea result. And the return of the team spirit. And the two strikers formation.
Thank you Al and Welcome to Football Poets..
Too often in the shadow and wake of Hillsborough, Bradford and Heysel, your powerful and emotive lines remind us of a tragic day when 66 died and many more were injured at Ibrox .
RIP
great three lines Alex…table football..says it all
Kev….. the Rev, of that place that rhymes with Les Fridge!
🙂
Brilliant Eddie!
with our new website format, we can now all offer suggestions on top of this.
My tuppenceworth:
AE Housman or Peter Houseman?
Spike Milligan or Mike Milligan?
I really, really wish I’d thought of that closing line!
Absolute classic!
Wow. That is a fantastic tale John.Thank you. Funny and sad but hysterical. You totally captured the vibe back then.I was too small to see in those huge crowds at the Bridge when i first went to Chelsea on Dec 25 ’57 (Chelsea 7-4 Portsmouth (when Greaves scored 4) but remember …ev’ry week so well …the old Peanut sellers chucking their peanuts to the crowd .And then us chucking our sixpences back .(Tanner a bag) And then stamping on them or chucking back the shells at our mates and the cops too. God Bless Mrs Michella the Crystal Palace peanut seller….and all long gone peasnut sellers.
We have one of these shirts Clik and it is beautiful.
Great poem for a boss shirt.
Lovely poem Rhys, and That Lone Ship looks a boss book.
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