HMS Beckham

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Is this the foot that launched a thousand kicks?
Now forlorn failed and land locked lost,
Rotting like an old beached hulk upon the sands of time,
No longer sailing through the Group of Death,
With a high step instep fleeting plimsoll line,
Nor shooting like a star across the heavens
With a lodestar certain compass
And a dead true reckoning for the opposition.
But stop! I hear the sound of dry dock rivets
And hammers cracking plaster breaking,
For I can see so clearly from the fo’c’s’le ,
A renovated Beckham metatarsal.


Come on Becks1 You can make it!

Source: https://footballpoets.org/poems/hms-beckham/