The Knitting Circle
¶ 1
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They’re off to see the champions,
The males of the family,
Whilst we, the wives and mothers,
Sit chatting and drinking tea,
The knitting circle,
The uninterested,
Well almost;
We still have the TV tuned
Into teletext,
To see how the heroes faired,
To see how our sons and partners suffered –
These new men,
These nappy changers,
These barbecue chefs.
Would they miss the opportunity to see
The trophy taken on a lap of honour,
To stay home looking after the youngsters,
Or is football still predominantly
The man’s game?
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