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Souvenirs

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Right at the back of the wardrobe
Time I had a clear out
Heaps of old programmes.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Lost games with dead players
Somebody got fed up of them
Gave them to a nine year old.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 He is 35 and lives in New York
With no space for souvenirs
So they have shared our house.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 Can’t bag them with today’s paper
I stack them in a sort of order
The Boro, United, England, The Rest.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 When I’m certified immortal
The kids won’t have room for all this
Shall we chuck these or do you want them?

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 We all have this ghost in the spare room
It can’t remember who it played for
But its dream goals duster the shelves.

Notes

This poem is in print in my book, ‘Winter Breaks’, from Smokestack Books.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/souvenirs/