When The Talking Stops

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 The time for talking’s nearly done
we’re at Turf Moor tonight.
I hope and pray we play O.K
and the Burnley lads play shite.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 The pre-match hype has run its course
the Whites have come to town.
I hope our keeper’s nowt to do
and theirs’ plays like a clown.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 I hope like Blackburn we go nap
and Burnley fail to score.
But most of all I hope we don’t
see a boring nil all draw.


This poem born out of pre-match nerves.

Source: https://footballpoets.org/poems/when-the-talking-stops/