Urinalball
¶ 1
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The urinal sat upon a pedestal
But Lineker looked rather unconcerned,
Celestial,
As a tennis-ball pounced
Then bounced
Into the bowl and spiralled to rest.
¶ 2
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Lawrenson yawned at the concession
Of the three points
And Lineker grinned at the decision
To use me as a substitute,
A poet of such ill repute:
I detected derision
In Lawrenson’s grinding tone
And Lineker’s sardonic groan
But I fastened onto the ball with eagerness
And precision,
Veered left and steered a low drive
Into the very corner of the urinal’s curved base,
The offensive skirting board,
Earning applause
For my one point hoard…
¶ 3
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My arms were raised like Andy Gray’s
In his prolific Aston Villa days
And the yawning man,
Looked on amazed
And the grinning man,
With features lame
Stared at this non-league blogger,
Who had changed the course of their Urinal game…
¶ 4
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PeteRay
August2012
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