Football Poets

Insects vs Animals

¶ 1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Once upon a long time ago,
On a field in the jungle green,
The Insects played a football match,
Against the Animals team,
Resplendent in shirts of yellow and red,
The Animals were big and so tough,
Like the hippo and the elephant,
Who both played incredibly rough…

¶ 2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 The ref’s whistle blew, the warthog kicked off,
And not before long and quite soon,
The Animals led by a hat-trick to nil,
Scored by the wily baboon,
By the time the first half had come to an end,
They’d goaled an additional nine,
Thanks to the mighty buffalo twins,
Rhino, giraffe and the lion…

¶ 3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 The Insects flopped down in the dressing room,
Feeling so gloomy and glum,
The cricket wasn’t too chirpy
And the poor bumble bee couldn’t hum,
But their Manager Al, a wise old owl,
Told them,”Go out and truly believe
We can still win this game my brave lads,
‘Cause I’ve a few things up my sleeve…”

¶ 4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 The Insects trooped out back on to the field,
And though they all did their best,
The gorilla stood tall in the Animals’ goal,
So the spectators were very impressed,
With the score at seventeen goals to nil,
And only ten minutes to play,
Old Al the Manager made his last move,
Attempting to save the day…

¶ 5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 He called the grasshopper off the pitch
Shouting, “Well played, but y’ve now run yer race,”
Then turned to the centipede and softly said,
“Go on an’ take th’ lad’s place…”
Wriggling and squiggling, worming and squirming,
A hundred feet kept caressing the ball
And scored goal after goal after goal after goal,
‘Til the tally was seventeen all…

¶ 6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 Then with only five seconds to play,
He still wasn’t quite finished yet,
Sending defenders opposite ways,
Slid the ball in the back of the net,
The jungle creatures bellowed and roared,
Broke into thund’rous applause,
Carried the centipede high off the field,
Amid clapping of hooves and of paws…

¶ 7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 A newspaper reporter asked old Al the Owl,
“Why on earth did y’ wait for so long?
A full eighty minutes o’ th’ match was complete,
Before you sent th’ centipede on…”
Wise Al the Owl just smiled and replied,
“It’s not that I don’t give two hoots,
But that was how long it took the wee lad
T’ lace up all of his boots…”

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