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Tuesday Night Match

Jon Smith

Monday, October 20th, 2008

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Amongst the gum of chewing cud
She ploughs her furrow in the mud.
In darkness lit by silver towers
She grasps us with her disparate powers.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Amongst the back seats of advice
I stand entitled to entice
And scream to all who care to hear,
But she listens with a deafened ear.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Amongst the churlish and beguiled
She rips the dummy from the child.
She slaps the doting in the face
Then 2 nil down she slackens pace.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 Amongst the steamy songs of fervour
I stand alone with thoughts to leave her,
Passing to feet and breaking fast
A distant memory of the past.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 Amongst the shiny coats and smoke
Another goal, her back is broke.
Her mothers milk not flowing now,
She waltzes like a bloated sow.

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 Amongst the cries of bitter passion
In despair at this weeks ration
I scorn the want and the wanton waste,
This team made up of cut and paste.

7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 Amongst the ribald comments few
I stand astounded in the dew,
She takes the soul for being there
Then dumps it down without a care.

8 Leave a comment on verse 8 0 Amongst the desperate tonic of tones
She lifts her head, but only moans
Now greet the whistle of passions end,
Full time that gives us time to mend.

9 Leave a comment on verse 9 0 Amongst the dripping of drooping heads
We trudge with comments toward our beds.
We cut the cord then melt away
And chasten her return for Saturday.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/tuesday-night-match/