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World Cup Diet

Trent Morris

Tuesday, June 17th, 2014

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 I’m eating with the winners
nightly this World Cup,
dreaming of the dinners
I will have to sup.
Toffee, sweet and stretchy,
save me from dulce de leche.
Pinto gallo, pasta
I am giving up.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 I’m drinking with the victors.
It’s a football thing.
Mesmerized by liquors
each new fixture brings.
Drank so much jenever
that I came down with a fever.
Tonight it’s vodka, Leffe
and some Pinga. Ping!

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 I’m partying with partiers
in this Mondiale.
No matter who the winners are
I make a pal.
Practicing my Spanish.
Even if La Roja vanish
Argentina’s women
will keep up morale.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 My diet is just football
until mid-July.
Fish and chips and steak and something
in a pie
I’ll wash it down with stout
Then Posh and I are heading out
to dance the Samba (that is,
if she’d hit “reply”).

© Trent Morris 2014

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/world-cup-diet/