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Old Harry and his Wife

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 What if we forgot to start pre-season,
found a training camp for enjoying time
above crickets and distant fireflies?

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 What if we only started the season
to fulfil a contract? Where is the passion
which made us run through the tail end of June

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 on stony wasteland between the chines

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 when no-one was watching or measuring
shots and misses or all the ground covered
as the sun hung on to its residence?

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 What if we forgot to start pre-season
so ‘The league table never lies’
means nothing but everyone is equal

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 as light floods the piers and beaches of Boscombe
and Bournemouth, Old Harry and his Wife
constant in the season’s incoming tide.

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Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/the-league-table-never-lies/