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sad summer

stuart hunt

Thursday, July 10th, 2008

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Dumped in November
lions confined to a cage
of transfer talk
and watching the game
from locations none of us can afford
and the rewards
and more rewards
And I remember our Stanley in his barbers shop .

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Four weeks to wait
and no serious ball kicked
but he flicks through the tabloids
excitement without reality
no sweat , no blood no baying of the crowd
summertime a shroud
this desert…touch me
waiting for the first goal of the season.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Artisans and Arshavin
coming our way
and the ballacks of brick walls
having their say
And the spanish boys with their girly hair
pushing on through with arrogant flair
and we sit in our armchairs
but we were not there.
Sad innit

© Nico tate 2008

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/sad-summer/