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WC2014 Day 22 Another Rest Day

Peter Goulding

Thursday, July 3rd, 2014

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 It seems that you’re at something of a loss, dear,
as if you’ve just awoken from a coma.
Don’t worry ‘bout your goggly eyes because, dear,
it’s only temporary, this glaucoma.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Let me introduce you to your son, dear.
See how much he’s grown since you last saw him.
Be gentle with him, or he’ll turn and run, dear –
he doesn’t recognise the man before him.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 The garden out the back is overgrown, dear,
behind where that poor mutilated deer is.
Attenborough has been on the phone, dear –
it seems he wants to make another series.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 I think we’ll have to go and do a shop, dear.
The cobwebs on the fridge are getting thicker.
Your friendship with the dog is for the chop, dear –
recognition’s down to just a flicker.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 Oh yes! I had a baby – called her Blaise, dear.
Surprised you didn’t hear her bellyaching.
At least you’re back, if only for two days, dear –
Goodness me! How bad your hands are shaking!

© Peter Goulding 3rd July 2014

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/wc2014-day-22-another-rest-day/