Shut The Front Door!

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Losing one nil
Down to nine men
Even us travelling mug punters
Know when it’s going to be one of them days
An think: how long will it take to get back to the coach,
and outta here?

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 So banished once more
Obviously facing another ban
Mourinho needs to keep his trap shut*
and I was going to say
Really start using his napper*
Though he obviously shouldn’t, and indeed won’t will he?

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 So prior to closing Jose:

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 When facing The Holt
Down at nine and a goal
With the referee not keen on listening
Could it be an idea
To just disappear
With your shovel and cease with the digging?



It was one of them days we all get now and then.

Ah well at least Ireland won the Six Nations, and I was in a pub right beside The Thames in Barnes to witness it, with about six other Irish fans loudly shouting our heads off, in the midst of a load of English fans cheering on The Gauliose.

When that last French try went over, I wryly smiled, looking at the exit(as per me poem above), absolutely gutted. Then it was disallowed, the game was over, we’d won and I went radio rental!

Fair play to the English fans in the pub though, who very sportingly applauded both a blinding game and an Irish win there at the death.

So A Very Happy St Patricks Day to all fellow Irish fans and poets.

Carefree….. braised in Celery

Stay well, be lucky and keep smiling.



Source: https://footballpoets.org/poems/shut-the-front-door/