Football Poets

This is not just poetry…

¶ 1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 He would have rather been

¶ 2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 a footballer than a poet.

¶ 3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 In his school you got battered

¶ 4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 just for knowing what a sonnet was,

¶ 5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 and your sexuality was called into question

¶ 6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 if you used any kind of metaphor other than

¶ 7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 ‘D***head.’

¶ 8 Leave a comment on verse 8 0 Understanding iambic pentameters

¶ 9 Leave a comment on verse 9 0 wasn’t quite the same

¶ 10 Leave a comment on verse 10 0 as knowing what the offside rules were.

¶ 11 Leave a comment on verse 11 0 He just knew that he was offside –

¶ 12 Leave a comment on verse 12 0 outside!

¶ 13 Leave a comment on verse 13 0 Relegated from their team

¶ 14 Leave a comment on verse 14 0 just for knowing a rhyme scheme.

¶ 15 Leave a comment on verse 15 0 When he walked through a storm,

¶ 16 Leave a comment on verse 16 0 he’d get drenched wet through.

¶ 17 Leave a comment on verse 17 0 He was generally on his own

¶ 18 Leave a comment on verse 18 0 and holding his head up high

¶ 19 Leave a comment on verse 19 0 was highly unlikely,

¶ 20 Leave a comment on verse 20 0 unless somebody else’s hand was around his neck,

¶ 21 Leave a comment on verse 21 0 ramming his head up against a changing room door

¶ 22 Leave a comment on verse 22 0 that was locked from the inside

¶ 23 Leave a comment on verse 23 0 and crammed full

¶ 24 Leave a comment on verse 24 0 of testosterone fueled spectators

¶ 25 Leave a comment on verse 25 0 Speculating

¶ 26 Leave a comment on verse 26 0 that someone

¶ 27 Leave a comment on verse 27 0 would be getting a good kick in.

¶ 28 Leave a comment on verse 28 0 Foul play

¶ 29 Leave a comment on verse 29 0 Every day.

¶ 30 Leave a comment on verse 30 0 But the noise from The Kop

¶ 31 Leave a comment on verse 31 0 made it all just stop

¶ 32 Leave a comment on verse 32 0 as the rhythm of Shankly’s

¶ 33 Leave a comment on verse 33 0 “Pass move receive the ball

¶ 34 Leave a comment on verse 34 0 Pass move receive the ball”

¶ 35 Leave a comment on verse 35 0 brought him poetic justice

¶ 36 Leave a comment on verse 36 0 with a four three three formation,

¶ 37 Leave a comment on verse 37 0 and for a ninety minute duration

¶ 38 Leave a comment on verse 38 0 was enough to allow him to close his eyes

¶ 39 Leave a comment on verse 39 0 and play keepy uppy –

¶ 40 Leave a comment on verse 40 0 with words.

¶ 41 Leave a comment on verse 41 0 Tackling alliteration

¶ 42 Leave a comment on verse 42 0 Ducking

¶ 43 Leave a comment on verse 43 0 Diving dangerously

¶ 44 Leave a comment on verse 44 0 Defending then driving forward

¶ 45 Leave a comment on verse 45 0 Dribbling down

¶ 46 Leave a comment on verse 46 0 towards the opponents goal.

¶ 47 Leave a comment on verse 47 0 Out of his area he didn’t care,

¶ 48 Leave a comment on verse 48 0 realistically he knew that his chances of scoring were

¶ 49 Leave a comment on verse 49 0 nil.

¶ 50 Leave a comment on verse 50 0 But the sound of The Kop

¶ 51 Leave a comment on verse 51 0 Raised him up,

¶ 52 Leave a comment on verse 52 0 Made him want to sing at the top of his poetic lungs

¶ 53 Leave a comment on verse 53 0 Stanza

¶ 54 Leave a comment on verse 54 0 Sta anza

¶ 55 Leave a comment on verse 55 0 Stanza

¶ 56 Leave a comment on verse 56 0 Stanza.

¶ 57 Leave a comment on verse 57 0 And chant at the teenage lads on the opposing side

¶ 58 Leave a comment on verse 58 0 “Come and write a poem if you think you’re bard enough!”

¶ 59 Leave a comment on verse 59 0 But they wouldn’t know what a bard was,

¶ 60 Leave a comment on verse 60 0 unless he had a number on the back of his shirt,

¶ 61 Leave a comment on verse 61 0 and it was a well known fact

¶ 62 Leave a comment on verse 62 0 that Shakespeare was rubbish at team games.

¶ 63 Leave a comment on verse 63 0 He would have rather been a footballer than a poet.

¶ 64 Leave a comment on verse 64 0 As he grow older he would come to accept

¶ 65 Leave a comment on verse 65 0 that he would never be in their league,

¶ 66 Leave a comment on verse 66 0 that he was more Keats than Keegan.

¶ 67 Leave a comment on verse 67 0 But back then it haunted him –

¶ 68 Leave a comment on verse 68 0 like an own goal.

¶ 69 Leave a comment on verse 69 0 Back when it wasn’t just a matter of life and death

¶ 70 Leave a comment on verse 70 0 It was more important than that.