Stanley Matthews and the Cat

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 The cat was beaten all ends up,
While playing in the FA Cup,
For Stanley Matthews in his prime
Delivered him a torrid time.
He’d knock the ball up into space,
And beat him all ends up for pace.
Or feint and shimmy, touch and go,
Enticing in his feline foe.
Or else he’d make to come inside,
And when the move seemed cut and dried,
He’d change direction in mid-stream
Which worked like the proverbial dream.
The moggy could not get a fix
On Stanley Matthews bag of tricks.
Proof [if some were needed] that
There’s many ways to skin a cat.

Source: https://footballpoets.org/poems/stanley-matthews-and-the-cat/