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Pane in the Grass

Mark Thomas

Wednesday, February 15th, 2006

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Ball in hand, me in the goal
Long throw out to Mick
Controls and lifts it to his knee
A magician, knows every trick

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 To the head, then knee again
And hangs it in the air
On the volley, hard as hell
All we could do was stare

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Like a missile, off it went
By now, we feared the worst
Trueman’s window smashed to bits
Hope that ball’s not burst …

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 I darted in and slammed the door
That day Mick walked alone
For there was music to be faced
And he was facing it on his own

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 But courage deserted Mick as well
His little heart skipped a beat
When Mrs. Trueman came outside
All she found was an empty street

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 Red hair, red shirt, a face to match
The ex-fugitive cleared the glass
Like Mick, his “spends” surrendered
Football … it’s a pane in the grass

Notes

A true story.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/pane-in-the-grass/