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Sed Non Satiata

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 We’ve had the Premier League Campaign,
Plus two domestic Cups.
Three European Tournaments,
Now isn’t that enough?

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 No, we have not yet had our fill,
Our thirst is still not slaked.
There’s more to come in Germany,
And frankly we can’t wait.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Our mouths are moist, we lick our lips,
The prospect’s so appealing.
Though not one ball has yet been kicked,
We’ve got that tingling feeling.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 While those who are not football fans
May think we are all nuts,
We lovers of das Schöne Spiel,
Just cannot get enough!

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 2/6/24
Denys E. W. Jones

Notes

A while ago Crispin requested poems about the European Championships in Germany. Here is my contribution. Sed Non Satiata (Thirst Not Slaked) is the title of a poem by Charles Baudelaire.

Source: https://footballpoets.org/poems/sed-non-satiata/