1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 My wife can be somewhat impulsive,
And nine times in ten, that’s okay.
A lovely surprise
Will materialise
And will keep routine boredom at bay.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 But occasionally, things can go awry,
If she does things without consultation.
She’s just booked a hotel,
Which is all very well,
But now we’ve a dire situation.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 The final few days of the summer,
She’s booked us away for a break.
‘Ere schooldays begin,
And the autumn sets in,
She has found a hotel on a lake.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 The kids will be packed off to Granny’s,
And we will have three days relaxing,
No washing or drying,
Or tempers a-flying,
And nothing too tiring or taxing.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 But where there’s a bright, silver lining,
There’s often a black, threat’ning cloud,
Why did she not wait
And check back with the date?
But of course I can’t say that out loud.

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 UEFA Cup. Second leg. Thursday.
Shels one nil down from the first.
The Slovenes will try
Just to muddle on by,
But we hope that our luck is reversed.

7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 I know I am biased, but this is
The biggest Shels game of the season.
And where will I be?
Down in south Offaly,
Frustrated and losing my reason.

8 Leave a comment on verse 8 0 Of course, I can’t tell her in future,
It might be more wise to confer.
She’d say that I’m more
Predisposed to the score,
Than with spending a few days with her.


Its the end of the world as we know it….

Source: https://footballpoets.org/poems/disaster/