Tennyson Writes Footie

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Could it occur again?
Could we once more attain
Par with his holy name,
Blessed Saint Ramsay?

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 O how we groaned and cursed!
Right from the very first
Our England played the worst,
Awkward and clumsy.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Soon every chance was done,
T-shirts and flags were gone.
Now we must dwell upon
Chances they squandered.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 In four years time, we’ll see
But realistically
What will their chances be,
One in six hundred?



(With apologies to “The Charge of the Light Brigade”)

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/tennyson-writes-footie/