|

The Milk Cup

S B Ingle

Friday, June 23rd, 2006

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Our stomachs were churning
As we kicked off against ‘Uddersfield
Their first shot skimmed the crossbar
We thought our crate was sealed
We were friesian on the terraces
In our football jerseys
Inclement weather had withered our souls
And frozen the River Mersey
Have our team got the bottle?
Or will they just hoof it clear?
The ball was floated into the area
And hung there in the air
Weeks went by or so it seemed
Till it hit the net – we’ve scored!
We can’t milk the celebrations
We’ve got to milk the herd at four

© S B Ingle 23.06.06

Notes

Well, football clubs are cash cows now aren’t they? And we do still have a high number of agricultural workers in this area.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/the-milk-cup/