Susan Pegler

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 I fancied Susan Pegler, she was bubbly and attractive,
Though only once did she and I get sort of interactive.
There was a shed outside our school – one time we made a tryst,
Then ran behind there, puckered up and very badly kissed.
But Danny Ryan saw us and he threatened to tell miss
About our foul, obscene, disgusting, most repulsive kiss.
That night I could not sleep, and there was nothing to relieve me,
I tried to pull a sickie, but my dad would not believe me.
And Danny Ryan fulfilled his threat, that sneaky little child,
But much to our astonishment, Miss Ainsworth merely smiled.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Susan Pegler’s hair was dark and shoulder-length and straight,
Her eyes were big like saucers and her sense of fun was great.
We’d hop from grave to grave around the church of old St. Chad,
Till Granny saw our blasphemy, and went and told my dad.
She lived somewhere down off Old Breck, too far for me to wander,
Though oftentimes I thought of her, and wished that I lived yonder.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 The thing that most attracted me, that brought ecstatic joy,
Was that she played her football just as good as any boy.
She didn’t kick like girlies do, stiff legged and mere toe-poking,
But used her arms and bent her legs [God’s truth, I amn’t joking]
She’d keep a tennis ball aloft from one foot to the next,
Leaving all the other boys exceedingly perplexed.
The only girl I ever saw who’d jump and head the ball,
Often beating someone who was muscular and tall.
She wouldn’t try to shoot on sight, she had a great first touch,
And me and Mark and Danny, we all loved her very much.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 I was seven when I left the school, my parents moved away,
I’ve not seen Susan Pegler since that most traumatic day.
I’m thirty six years older now, and sadly not much wiser,
And if I passed her in the street, I would not recognise her.
But still she comes into my mind, that sweet and charming child,
As I revert back to a time when love and summer smiled.



Ah, the innocence of it all….

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/susan-pegler/