Pity the Poor Football Poet!
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OOOOOOOOHHHHHHH
I am a football poet
and I write my football prose
Wherever I may wander
My football poems go
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I write my words when at the match
I hardly see the game
I’m lost inside a haiku
Linger long in a refrain
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Sonnets fly like crosses
With a verb or two to spare
And my cinquains a sight to see
Move easy through the air
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Goals like words are worthy
Of a poet’s prose and praise
But until they bloody pay me
I’ll take my pen and ball away!
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