Thoughts From A Warmer Clime!
¶ 1
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With grey snow melting on the grass
I ponder summer’s past and laugh
In an effort to both: warm and change my mood.
“You mean the last man at the crease
Ten runs required for victory,
The hollow thwack as leather kicks off wood?”
¶ 2
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Nah. Though it sounds idyllic I must say
I’m talking fans post summer break
As colourful crowds descend on grounds together
The touts, the smell of outdoor fare
Of meatless pies from who knows where
Could strike a punter down with salmonella.
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Seeming as we’ve chilled out in the break
We’ll all ignore the odd mistake
By supple limbs returned from a light pre-season
Then move a few weeks on from now
A dodgy back pass starts a row
That demands the culprit’s subbed and get a kid on.
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Then they’re the chances that we missed
The crossbar that was clipped
Two muddy imprints left upon an upright
As an eternal optimist in the crowd
Said, refusing to be down,
”No worry, the chaps are merely lining up their sights”.
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After reading through what’s writ above
I’ll admit (with some modesty) I laughed
The cold and gloom have miraculously disappeared
So prior to closing here’s to thee:
And whoever your chosen team may be,
I wish you and them a Fan-tastic New Year!
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