World Cup 2006 Day Twenty

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Says She

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 “No way” says she, and “Give it up!
Put down that Guinness tray,
There isn’t any oul’ World Cup
On RTE today.
Don’t give me all that ‘four year’ guff,
It doesn’t wash with me.
Is nineteen days not near enough
To satisfy?” says she.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 “Let me introduce you to
Your darling son and daughter.
Children, say ‘How do you do?’
To this armchair supporter.
The lawn out back is now more like
The local forestry.
The gardener has gone on strike –
Get to your feet,” says she.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 “Nineteen days of washing up
Is sitting in the sink.
There’s not a single plate or cup
Inside the press, I think.
The dog passed on two weeks ago,
He’s still beneath the tree.
Would his Lordship kindly go
And bury him?” says she.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 “That dripping tap, you said you’d fix
Has now become a flood.
It’s seeping out between the bricks –
I don’t believe it should.
Friday is the quarter final,
Now you’ve two days free.
Oh yes, and there’s the blocked urinal –
On your feet!” says she.


Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/world-cup-2006-day-twenty/