September 23, 2012

 

 

There was an element of laziness

that trickled through his game, or,

perhaps his confidence was shaken,

as after his injury, he was never the same.

 

 

 

 

 

We need a strong team leader,

a fighter with a positive vibe,

who’ll turn around our fortunes,

and this family club revive.

 

 

 

 

His falling was appalling,

but by the ref, left overlooked.

He deserved his marching orders, or

certainly should have been booked.

 

 

 

 

 

It was superfluous to their needs,

a carbuncle coming to a head.

They needed to lance the boil

in order to forward tread.

 

 

 

 

September 18, 2012

 

 

True, he set the bench mark,

but he was also up for a lark.

So he nipped her off to Greenwich,

for lunch near the Cutty Sark.

 

 

 

 

Knowing the answer was the easy bit.

Putting it right meant a new dimension.

So with cards on the table they  both agreed,

That to separate was never their intension.

 

 

 

 

Exhausted on every level

They lay entwined in deepest slumber

And slept til dawn appeared

My God, were they in lumber!

 

 

 

 

 

During idle thoughts

As he watched dusk take over the day

Came into his mind that dreaded woman

The one he shouldn’t have let get away.

 

 

 

 

Thoughts of a promised wonderland

Years of planning gone to waste

Only playing second fiddle

As back home, he always raced. 

 

 

 

 

 

A life lived as planned

should be considered a

fortunate hand.

 

 

 

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