1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Gently squeezing her hand at “The Ballet”
She looked at her Lover and sighed
Then he nipped out for ices during the break
Where he seemed to be gone for a while.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 That Pyotr Ilyich, she thought to her self,
Was a clever and well clued up bloke
While Siegfried and Odette’s is a right blinding tale
Where the second half looks toward at least…hope.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 When her Love came back in with the ices
He positively beamed as he sat by her side
A North Eastern boy “He seems really quiet and ever so nice”
Whom her mum and dad (Londoners) seemed to like.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 Then the gasps in “The Gods” when the arrow struck bone
and Odette dies as a beautiful girl once again
Bought tears to her eye, till the light from a phone
Of her love sat beside her, interrupted the angst of her pain.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 So when Siegfried walks in to the lake
A prone Odette in his arms, where they drown,
and lips quiver midst sad uncontrollable moans
Her quiet North Eastern Love stood up and screamed,
“Yes, Yes, “The Toon” have finally gone down
After “The Mackems” won three nil at home”!



Stay well, be lucky and keep smiling.



Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/tragedy/