World Cup

Poem 942 – Did Will Play Football?

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After a meeting of minds
it seems the word on the street
is we’ve got the beating of them.
But here I sit conflicted
as on the final night
we’re visiting The Globe.
Can footie displace the Bard?
Can I follow the game on my phone?
Or wear an earbud to listen?
I’m sure the answer is no,
on each and every score –
pun definitely intended…
I’m hoping that the title
is not a sorry omen
it’s Love’s Labour’s Lost.

England play Argentina tonight in the World Cup semi-final. I’ve just realised that if they win the final is clashes with our trip to The Globe… Now there’s a quandary!
(15.07.36)

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Poem 915 – Six Minutes

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Six minutes in, a penalty’s awarded!
A collective cheer and then the nation teeters,
Caught between the possibility
Of painful hope and previous could-have-beens.
An awkward miss, reminders of the past,
And here we go again. ‘So soon?’ we groan…
But VAR and trailing legs, a gift
of grace, and this time Kane dispatches it
And in that crazy moment England dreams.

Whilst writing this three more goals went in… Who knows how this will end.
(17.06.26)

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