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As our blood red Double Decker
Undeterred by English weather
Climbed Lavender Hill well throttled in the snow
We sat terse on it’s top deck,
Football boots hung from our necks,
That our driver might not make it to the brow.
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On our arrival at the summit
With crisp snow drifts fresh upon it
We trooped down soaking stairs to terra firma
Then duffel bags in hand
We surveyed the frozen wastes of land
And realized our sport might not go further.
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No painted touchlines could we see?
No teacher, linesman, or referee
Had everyone in authority cleared off home?
Our expectant minds were all at sea
What in the blazes did this mean?
It couldn’t be, nah it wouldn’t be postponed?
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There was bird like footprints in the snow
The shed like dressing rooms were frozen
A chalked on blackboard said “All Matches Off”
Some smug park keeper in his hut
Two warm hands wrapped around a mug
Seemed undeterred our Saturday morning sport was lost.
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We didn’t even own a ball
The one for games came from our school
We couldn’t even have a game of kick and rush
So we trudged toward a rambling shack
That showed a sign said “Teas and Snacks”
Dejected at our loss of sport on turning up.
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Sat inside the ancient café
We puffed discreetly on our fags
Fortified by hot brown sarsaparilla*
With warm bread pudding on white plates
We knew we’d had whatever it may take
To turn up primed to play despite the winter!