Not Waking The Dead
¶ 1
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The Twerton faithful
Congregate for the game.
A flag proclaims
The opposition’s name.
¶ 2
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A dour scrappy tussle,
Atmosphere as dead
As the magpie on
The rafter overhead.
¶ 3
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Second half starts better
With Stripes streaming forward.
Nimble Gilly nicks a goal
Calmly getting his reward.
¶ 4
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Weston have a mare.
A clumsy tackle sees
The captain given red.
Their fighting spirit flees.
¶ 5
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How City only score three
Is a mystery, a crime.
A zealous lino denies one
Others fail to cross the line.
¶ 6
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A modest roar swells as
The final whistle’s heard.
But not loud enough
To wake the dead bird.
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