The Score
¶ 1
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Having missed a score of chances,
the goal the scorer thought he’d scored
was scratched off the scoresheet for offside,
¶ 2
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so the scoreline remained scoreless.
A win would have secured the club-
their name inscribed on the cup.
¶ 3
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Instead, they had a score to settle
with the referee, who manifestly
had not scored for seasons.
¶ 4
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As if to underscore the sore
feelings (the goal was a scorcher)
the forward fuelled the discord
¶ 5
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by his scurrilous retorts to the linesman-
his scorching invective pouring scorn
on the poor man’s bloodline.
¶ 6
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Perilously close to physical assault,
Security provided his sour encore-
he was summarily escorted from the pitch.
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His manager’s shrug offered little succour-
he’d been in the game long enough
to known the score.
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