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Snowed off (or wishing it had been)

Ger Nallist

Wednesday, February 5th, 2003

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Oh, if only 4 pints, could be a quart of sensibility
And not just, the limit of my drinking ability
When, on a weekend full of snow
It’s off to the nearest pub we go
When we trudge
Through the sludge
To the local, with cosy fire all aglow
And we laugh, at a certain team, fielding Tor Andre Flo
Comfy in the snug, we analyse, all the completed fixtures
As the ladies ordered, sundry potent mixtures
On the weekend when the Hammers finally start to ascend
It appears, that the Black Cats
Have lost the ability to defend
Either that
Or they’d forgotten to turn around
To attack t’other end o’the ground
For one own goal, might be deemed unfortunate
And two, from the same player, disproportionate
But THREE, well that’s utterly mindboggling
And there’s just no rhyme nor reason to that!

© Ger Nallist, February 2003

Notes

Poor old Michael Proctor
Requires a sick note from the doctor
In case the same fate should immediately re-occur
The above poem written when the mind, let alone the visibility,
was all a bit of a blur!

February 1st, 2003
Sunderland lost 3-1 at home to Charlton, without a single Addick on the scoresheet!
And just up the road, the Northeast derby, Middlesboro v Newcastle was called off,
officially due to the weather, but as has been sceptically pointed out,
they were suffering from a long list of injuries.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/snowed-off-or-wishing-it-had-been/