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Over the proverbial

Klee,Shay

Tuesday, March 29th, 2005

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 How do I feel, Brian?

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Well, I feel like I should be ensconced
in a spacious space suit, fitted out,
with all manner of giddy gadgets,
my feet firmly planted, into belted ballast boots,
then shoved ceremoniously, into an apollo type craft,
pointed up, towards the ever expansive sky
and the stratosphere beyond,
then launched, rockets flaring,
like a warehouse full of fireworks, responding to an errant match,
all bangers going off at once,
sending me on a cosmic adventure, a trip to beat all others,
floating with that sense of weightlessness, that we experience,
with each penalty appeal;
I feel,
like I’m taking in all the sights
as I’m heading out over the brightly lit stadium below,
still replete with it’s many revellers;
zig zagging through the stars,
high fiving on the way in celebration,
then passing by that lonely man, waving
from that great big white orb,
the one that’s similarly shaped
but somewhat super-sized, in comparison to
the football I scored with tonight.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 But, to cut a long answer short, Brian,
I’ve just metaphorically made that magical journey –
And it encapsulates the way I feel :
I’m over the moon!

© Shay Klee, 29-03-2005

Notes

just imagine!
perhaps we’re better off with the short grunts for answers in interviews, huh?

Inspired after reading Christopher T George’s “The Critic and the Moon”.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/over-the-proverbial/