WC 2006 : Day 21

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Rest Day 2

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 My hands are shaking
The script is scrawling
Tonight I’ll be
Both beat and bawling

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 My muse is spent
And my pen is stalling
Withdrawal pounces
My skin be crawling

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 No footy fix
The thought is galling
At revenge in form
Of Corrie calling!

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 And another poem that I wrote before the tournament started

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 Strikers, lack of

7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 Brazil are bringing five, as are Italy, Argentina and all the favourites.
Germany as hosts, don’t have to bring any – they’re already ensconsed!
They’ve selected five.

8 Leave a comment on verse 8 0 And England? Four.
One is seriously injured, one not yet proven to be recovered from the same injury.
One is a schoolkid. The other a beanpole with more detractors than admirers.

9 Leave a comment on verse 9 0 So, how do I write a poem about a situation I feel is ludicrous?
I can’t even find a rhyme for the previous line.
How do I vent my angst? My spleen?

10 Leave a comment on verse 10 0 We lost Robert Green. I’m sorry for him, but big deal. Carson will cover.
But the more I look at our strikers list, the more I’m dissed.
The more I ponder Sven’s selection, the more puce my complexion.

11 Leave a comment on verse 11 0 The more I try to see the sense in what he has collated, the more I am vexated.
The more I worry, the more I scurry, flit from fits of rage, to ranting on a page.
How I hope and pray, that it doesn’t all end in disarray …


Dedicated to my long suffering wife!

A second night without World Cup football.

oh woe is we! (my wife is not included in ‘we’)

very much inspired by Peter Goulding’s Day 20 poem.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/wc-2006-day-21/