Kit Mann

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 You think you’ve got problems
Well, it’s nearly three o’clock
I’m sitting here unravelling
Twenty two damp grey socks

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Some prefer the long sleeves
Some short sleeves and gloves
Lycra vests and cycling shorts
And tracksuits for the subs

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Red boots, gold boots, white boots
Some with studs, some blades
Lay on drinks with bendy straws
Pints of Ribena and Lucozade

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 Shorts and shin pads, a bobble hat
I stay cool, like a cucumber
The Stars go off to twinkle on Sky
But, to me, they’re just a number


Kit Mann. Man of many parts. He could tell some tales but he doesn’t do his dirty washing in public. Mud, sweat and tears, he’s the king of spin-cycle.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/kit-mann/