James Alexander Gordon
¶ 1
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JAG one
Listeners millions
transfixed with bated breath
whenever he read
Saturday scores on the radio
year after year after year.
¶ 2
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For over four decades,
JAG never missed a weekend
August to April
odd bits at the side
while listener addiction
grew and grew and grew.
¶ 3
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Hence walking back briskly
to the car after a game;
having won or lost or drawn
it was the other results that were wanted
Premiership English
down to Scottish Three
so waiting for JAG
awaiting his words.
¶ 4
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Knew each result before
JAG concluded a line
superb intonation
fabulous diction
slow and clear for
game after game after game.
¶ 5
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Survivor of polio
no longer with larynx
so no more Saturday fixes
of his dulcet tones.
¶ 6
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For JAG’s now gone
after battles he’s won
flawless and faultless;
a hero to a listening nation
and never to be forgotten.
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