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Quiet Please

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 The whistle goes for start of play
Players sprint out of their traps
We sit down for light relief
Hands folded in our laps
Players all out to win the game
Focus on hitting the net
Fans just have ninety minutes free
Of domestic strife and debt
Football used to take our minds off the rest
A world without a care
All we want is to sing and chant
To raise scarves in the air
Now we’re told by stewards
Sit down, feet off the seats
Just see out your time and keep still
Shut up, and don’t rustle those sweets

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Notes

Football used to be interactive, now it’s more like being in a cinema.

If you want noise, go to a library. (yes honestly; have you BEEN to a ‘library’ recently – you’ll be lucky to find a book among the pizzas, coffee shops and retail outlets…)

PS Yes I am a ‘grumpy old woman’

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/quiet-please/