Late Drama.

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 T’was squeaky derriere time
At both ends of the pile (sic)
By The Humber yesterday.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Midst a comedy of errors
Chelsea keeper Top Cat fluffs his lines
Then redeems himself
With three late outstanding saves.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Post match
In the winning dressing room
Our players raise a glass of brandy.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 To Remy (sic)
Who nipped off the bench
Quickly sunk a single
To nick three points
Good job we had him handy.



Blimey! What were we doing? We were awful and yet still managed to win. I know all the old cliches about winning ugly, playing bad and still, etc, etc.

But in the pub I watching it in. People as well as twitching and trying to kick every ball to help the team (whilst sitting down!) were going absolutely radio rental at our serious loss of form.

Ah well. What harm.

Carefree…..braised in Celery.

Stay well, be lucky and keep smiling.



Source: https://footballpoets.org/poems/late-drama/