A shrill whistle,
begins the impromptu game,
and who in this hemisphere
could not fail to hear it.
Shreiks, yelps combined
with the ongoing, the always,
“To me, to me, to mee!!“
A wayward lob.
Enough said, we’re dealing
with amateurs here,
goals attempts are sorely
unmeasured.
Sad to say,
footballs can misjudge too,
“Umm, sorry, mate, sharp!”
One brief, eye watering hush.
A magpie lands midfield,
doesn’t understand any of the rules,
takes his voice and swears.
Some things
just can’t be stretchered off.
—
A shrill whistle,
begins the impromptu game,
and who in this hemisphere
could not fail to hear it.
Shreiks, yelps combined
with the ongoing, the always,
“To me, to me, to mee!!”
A wayward lob, enough said,
we’re dealing with amateurs here,
goals attempts are badly
unmeasured.
Sad to say,
footballs can misjudge too,
“Umm, sorry, mate, sharp!”
One brief, eye watering hush.
A magpie lands midfield,
doesn’t understand any of the rules,
takes his voice and swears.
Some things
just can’t be stretchered off.
