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Postcard from Blackpool

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 It’s blowing a gale and we’re at the seaside –
Bloomfield Road; a ground of wood and corrugated tin –
flapping and rattling like a Gateshead allotment.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Imagine the din – the wind – and the state we’re in –
full of beer and ‘dogs and far from the bogs.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 And yet there comes a magic moment.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 It comes sailing in –
high and wide
but not too handsome.
Suddenly – invisible hand of God? –
it seems to change course
and swerve
under the bar
like a homing pigeon.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 Gascoigne.
Who else?

Notes

I saw it but I still don’t believe it.

Source: https://footballpoets.org/poems/postcard-from-blackpool/