It’s Raining Then?

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 With some trepidation midst a fall of March rain
I saunter The Kings Road to lunch
With scant thought on the thriller later on v The Villa
I order light luncheon then munch.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Post a double espresso I square up and go
To walk half a mile to the ground
With the London rain falling an afternoon footballing
Was my rainbow eclipsing the clouds?

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Would there be a goal spree when the small hand touched three
And the twenty-two faced off in style
Or a boring staid draw, where one stifles a yawn
As your hit men miss the target by miles?

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 Was it only last year when The Villa played here
And eight goals were shared in a classic?
“It couldn’t happen again? Surely not” I exclaimed
When Carew pounced with our defence static.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 Then the interval came midst a downpour of rain
As proceedings were brought to a halt
But it’s what happened next when the home team expressed
With great gusto these quite frightening sortes.

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 We were treated to a show of rapier like blows
As The Villa were taken to task
Whilst wave after wave of Blue shirts on parade
Left travelling Midlanders aghast.

7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 I saw fear in the eyes beneath West London skies
Of a Villa team simply ran ragged
Was it poor Richard Dunne face down in the mud
Who howled when he heard the time added?

8 Leave a comment on verse 8 0 At seven goals to one the pressure’s right on
To impress when we go up to Old Trafford
But last Saturday post noon – Villa’s aspirations seemed doomed
As we turned on the style when it mattered!



As we hit seventh heaven on Saturday with the rain teeming down, a cynic amongst us (mois) said ruefully “Knowing our luck, the game’ll be abandoned now due to the weather”.
Editors: Still poor not keeping a clean sheet Kev.



Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/its-raining-then/