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Time’s Up.

kevin raymond

Sunday, July 6th, 2014

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 It’s been wasted man, and added on
It’s a poignant one midst a national song
Used for liquid breaks by clever cons
Who run it down, as the game goes on.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Every throw in, fall, or injury
Are referred to now as stoppages
Might be a sad one or it might be
One for celebrating a victory.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 I recall the saying: in I.T
Though I can’t recall when that would be
It’s a fair while back so it’s history
It’s face is relative to an end at Highbury.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 Its there on them electric boards
It’s on every mind, after every score
Cor blimey ref there must be more
After all them subs what d’yer take us for?

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 It’s controlled by a bloke who some insist
Has equipment for it on both wrists
Though he has no sense of it we’ll admit
That it’s one for an eye test for what he’s missed.

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 It’s Utopia, and the final word
At the end of it, we’re a touch disturbed
As the whistle blows and the end is nigh
We have absolutely no idea what to do with….time.

© Kev 2014

Notes

I’ve no idea where this one came from, except to say I had a first line in mind, from a wonderful Louis MacNeice poem that goes: Time was away and somewhere else….The name of which escapes me.

Stay well, be lucky and keep smiling.

Peace.

Kev.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/times-up-2/