Football Poets

Lionesses beaten by France in Euro 2025

¶ 1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 So the Lionesses
Released from captivity
Promptly wounded by the
French ladies of haute cuisine
After the seven goal avalanche
Of goals against the Jamaican
Reggae girls of soul and rhythm
The England girls lose theirs
Not so much the femme fatales
From the Arrondissement
Nor the boulevards of gay Paris
Now the joie de vivre of delicate
And dainty feet of French Mademoiselle
Devour time and space
Quick witted movements
Lead to two winning goals
Outlandish as the Moulin Rouge
At times but frequently too clever
And dangerous for Jess Carter,
Alex Carter, Lauren James,
Lauren Hemp, Georgia Stanaway,
Alex Greenwood, Leah Williamson
Once rampant Lionesses
Against Jamaica and Portugal
Now simply easy prey
For too sophisticated Proustian
Women who gave wondrous literary
Chapters from fleet of feet
Feathery touches on the ball
All the hypnotic one touch
Pitter and patter that
Used to belong to the French
Masterclasses of Platini,
Six and Giresse, Petit and Henry
In male territory
Are now incorporated into
The female repertoire of finesse
And suddenly England are ambushed
In the Swiss Alps
Now the mountainous terrain
Which is where the English ladies
Now find themselves
At the bottom of the Alps
Staring thoughtfully
With no crampons
And only spirit and resilience
To turn to hopefully
As the jaws of adversity
And defeat shut firmly
On the English Lionesses
Last night there was the boulanger
But only half baked
No crusty croissants
For our girls in white, red and blue
Now Macron’s marauders
Possess far too much savoir faire
Our doughty girls
Briefly down and out
We must hope
A girl named Marie Antionette Katato
Had far too much cake
It did seem the French revolution
Had overcome the English bulldog spirit
Katato opened the scoring
For France
After England thought they had
Broken through the Bastille
Vive La France
That indefinable je ne sais quoi
Sarina Wiegman’s ladies
Are shaken up by the art deco
French, who knew just a bit
Too much
Finally a woman by the name
Of Baltimore
Surely not hot foot
From the American land of the free
Clinches the deal for
France, just too good on the night
Before Keira Walsh
Salvages a consolation goal
But by now the damage
Had been done.

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