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A Star is born

Alan McKean

Monday, October 11th, 2004

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 At school
He couldn’t pass, shoot or head the ball,
But his enthusiasm couldn’t be faulted.
He ran like a crab,
His glasses kept falling off,
And his dad didn’t seem to be around a lot.
Didn’t smile much,
Face like a bag of spanners,
But his enthusiasm couldn’t be faulted.
Rarely joked around,
Knew the rules backwards
Couldn’t score to save his life,
But his enthusiasm couldn’t be faulted.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Nowt else for it
Black kit, whistle and a little book
And a referee is launched!

© Alan McKean October 2004

Source: https://footballpoets.org/poems/a-star-is-born/