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My football mad, dad.

Robert Taylor

Saturday, February 9th, 2008

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 My dad is mad on football.
He plays it in his dreams.
He cannot wait ’til weekends,
when he can watch his team.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 You should see him out on Saturdays,
smiling from ear to ear,
striding off to the football ground,
in all the latest gear.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 The football shirt, the football kit,
one for home and one for away.
Sometimes when dad’s not working,
he’ll wear that kit all day.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 He says that football is his passion.
Football is his friend.
He goes to watch his team with hope
and sees them lose – again!

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 They haven’t won for ages.
They always seem to lose.
But dad’s always there at weekends,
singing, “Here we go! Up the blues!”

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 They once won the cup at Wembley.
When he tells the story, he drools.
It must have been some time ago
because dad was at junior school!

7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 Last year, when they were relegated,
dad sat and sulked all Summer
and through all the cricket season.
I’ve never seen him glummer!

8 Leave a comment on verse 8 0 But when my gran casually suggested,
“Why not support the reds!
I hear they won the cup last year!”
I can’t print what my dad said!

9 Leave a comment on verse 9 0 So, a new season now has started,
his kit’s shiny, ironed and new.
He’s yelling ; “We’ll win promotion!
Come on lads! Up the blues!”

© Title of poem – My football mad, dad.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/my-football-mad-dad/