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Zoot

Peter Goulding

Sunday, November 9th, 2003

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Throughout the half, Zoot had to bear
The cruel taunts and titters.
As, to his coach’s deep despair,
He missed a string of sitters.
He timed his runs, but his first touch
Quite cruelly did desert him,
For, though he didn’t say as much,
His football boots did hurt him.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 At half time though, he noticed that,
While sitting on the seat,
The boots that he’d been staring at,
Were put on the wrong feet.
The right boot sat on his left foot,
The left upon his right,
No wonder he had missed a glut
Of open goals that night.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 And when the second half began,
They could not keep him quiet,
He soon became a hat-trick man
And rampantly ran riot.
And thus, upon the hoardings, Zoot
Triumphantly did put
His size ten feet and yelled, “The boot
Is on the other foot!”

© Peter Goulding 9th November 2003

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/zoot/