Keep Football Out of The Bedroom
¶ 1
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A tense game played out at top volume.
Weeds three feet high,
make tidy play almost impossible.
¶ 2
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A pass back short, away from the defender.
A collective lunge,
the ball skids high over our keeper.
¶ 3
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Next thing I know I’m flat on the floor,
water flying, books, electronics,
in upended uproar.
¶ 4
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My desperate kick to save one for the team,
caused me to crash out of my bed,
and out of my dream.
¶ 5
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My wife wondered what the noise was about.
I suggest foxes playing football,
in a late knockabout.
¶ 6
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In a post-match interview, I was forced to admit,
my poor back pass caused the commotion,
and put me on my arse.
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