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Over Milked Words

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 With a purpose, we sing
To you strangers …
Just to ensure
That we, loyal men
Glorify our stars –
Goals roared, wins sealed, points peeled, titles totalled.
Hark: we trumpet our team,
From salmon like striker, to leaping keeper
We look, for the imaginative spark
That lights our lives
And begins a flood
From fêted figurehead
To fearsome fulsome forwards
Midfield and mercenaries stream
Over defences half asleep
Fleecing other hallowed forms
Inducing wails with our swarms

Notes

With deepest apologies to fans of the wizard Welsh wordsmith.

An adaptation of an extract from Under Milk Wood, by Dylan Thomas.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/over-milked-words/