My Husband’s Football Poetry

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 I love to read my husband’s football poetry,
it has a lilting rhythm to its rhyme,
he writes it in the evening after having tea,
seated at the table with a bottle of red wine..
You’d never guess that Arthur is a Vicar,
because he’s partial to a drink or two,
but he hums a hymn or whistles ‘Rule Britannia’,
while composing verse about a team in chocolate, pink and blue..
Although I sometimes wonder, while other times I think
is it chocolate, pink and blue, or chocolate, blue and pink?

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 They are called Corinthian-somethingamajig or other,
I’ll ask his brother, or his mother, or his other brother..
Arthur keeps a photograph of this favourite team
alongside the faded picture of Victoria our Queen,
which stands opposite the table, high upon a shelf
and every night, more than once, he will toast her health..
(‘shelf’ and ‘health’ don’t really rhyme
except after a few glasses of wine)..
(‘rhyme’ and ‘wine’ don’t really rhyme
except after another glass of wine)…


PS. (‘rhyme’ and ‘wine’ don’t really wine
except after some more glasses of rhyme)…

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/my-husbands-football-poetry/