Amongst the gum of chewing cud
She ploughs her furrow in the mud.
In darkness lit by silver towers
She grasps us with her disparate powers.
Amongst the back seats of advice
I stand entitled to entice
And scream to all who care to hear,
But she listens with a deafened ear.
Amongst the churlish and beguiled
She rips the dummy from the child.
She slaps the doting in the face
Then 2 nil down she slackens pace.
Amongst the steamy songs of fervour
I stand alone with thoughts to leave her,
Passing to feet and breaking fast
A distant memory of the past.
Amongst the shiny coats and smoke
Another goal, her back is broke.
Her mothers milk not flowing now,
She waltzes like a bloated sow.
Amongst the cries of bitter passion
In despair at this weeks ration
I scorn the want and the wanton waste,
This team made up of cut and paste.
Amongst the ribald comments few
I stand astounded in the dew,
She takes the soul for being there
Then dumps it down without a care.
Amongst the desperate tonic of tones
She lifts her head, but only moans
Now greet the whistle of passions end,
Full time that gives us time to mend.
Amongst the dripping of drooping heads
We trudge with comments toward our beds.
We cut the cord then melt away
And chasten her return for Saturday.