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Mid Morning. St Stephens Day.

kevin raymond

Friday, December 30th, 2011

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Our goalies been flattened
Left back’s right leg shattered
Right back has broken his arm
Left half’s been beheaded
Centre half looks as if
His balance could cause some alarm.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Our right half is struggling
To shake of a mugging
Result of a blimmin good kicking
Whilst out on left wing
It’s right looking grim
For a winger with daisy roots missing.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 A spry inside right
We had worshipped last night
Is out for the count on the deck
Whilst his partner in crime
Further out down the line
Has a space where there once was a neck

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 Our cute centre forward
Lies face down on his forehead
Our inside left spark out close by
Our game plan gone awry
We can do nowt but cry
Whilst wiping real tears from our eyes.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 Our excuse for the cud
Which resembled a rug
Is ruined, cut up, and I’m being consoled by me muvver
Will mates offer me solace?
When they come round to play us,
Seeing Subbuteo chaos, caused by an innocent wee bruvver!

© Kev 2011

Notes

To my mind, and what do I know? Subbuteo is still the greatest football related game of skill ever thought up. But fragile? Sadly yes.
Gordon West has broke his neck
George Cohen’s plastic base is dire
Georgie Best has melted bless
From the heat of a real coal fire.

Carefree…..we’re off to Battersea.

Happy NewYear. Go well and be lucky.

Peace.

Kev.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/mid-morning-st-stephens-day/