The Sound of Music….
¶ 1
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Evokes national anthems
From those far away places abroad,
Cymbals, bugles and the crashing of drums
This youngster hadn’t witnessed before.
¶ 2
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Spread-eagled on a threadbare sofa
A rented telly for The World Cup games
As a polite BBC voice informed us,“Now it’s over
To David Coleman”, word perfect in every foreigner’s name.
¶ 3
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Brazil, Argentina, Uruguay
Portugal, Spain, North Korea
Yugoslavia, Mexico, France and the like
Had these wonderfully stirring anthems we’d hear.
¶ 4
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Passionate South American canticles
Sending my young mind on a run
Of Zorro, Castro and Che Guevara,
With thoughts of joining “The Magnificent Seven”.
¶ 5
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I’d dream of Viva Revolution, Viva Republic
Pancho Villa, hombres, lawlessness, guns
Bravely thinking: “Manana Mama” whilst looking cherubic
On my being told” Get them feet down off that sofa at once!”
¶ 6
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Yeah there’s something about a national anthem,
Eleven proud loyalists loudly giving it their all,
Sends my mind off in a tangent of musical abandonment
Although me eyes are firmly fixed on “The Football”.
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