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squirm

R Kydd

Tuesday, July 22nd, 2003

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 from what i see
everybody loves football
from what i hear
the whole world talks about football
from what i feel
the whole world reverberates to the beat of football
from what i taste
football is a feeding ground for the multitudes
irrespective of race, creed, colour, gender, or genus
in fact, i love the tang of every tackle
i digest every divot
i savour the flavour, when i sample the soil
but
i don’t smell the BS
that spreads throughout the game
instead, i stir it up, break it down, turn it over, roll it around
for you see, i am a worm, the groundsman’s best friend

© R Kydd, July 2003

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