Sonnet 94 Minute

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore,
So did our World Cup hopes hasten towards their end,
Each hope changing place with the despair that went before,
And in sequent toil all England’s forwards did contend,
But in the final minute Beckham’s shot did bend and soar,
And Teuton hopes did crash beyond all mend,
And while we all our bobble hats do doff,
The Teutons contemplate a play-off.


I have a feeling that many swains might have partaken of too much ale yestere’en – and why not? Such endings do come but once a lifetime.

Source: https://footballpoets.org/poems/sonnet-94-minute/