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February 2018

Who Kicked Cock Robin . Not I said the owl Gazing down sleepy eyed I’m not that kind of fowl And we’re on the same side . Not I said the bee Buzzing back to his hive Cock Robin kicked me And then took a dive. . Not I said the grub My excuse is […]

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October 2017 and The Western Hop

Net to net rolls the ball with the feet fast they scroll the kicks find the bar too small too hard to score a goal! . Sweats it out the forward saves it tough the one at back like a fort he must guard not allow a crack! . On the grass no guide or […]

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September 2017

Why do you love football by Candy Simpson . Why do you love football? What do you see in it? Why not watch another sport Like Rugby, Golf, or Cricket? . Well let me answer that my friend And put your mind at rest I love the beautiful game Because it’s simply the best . […]

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July 2017

from:- “The Goals of Bingo Boot” by Allan Ahlberg . Even God had a frown on his face And powerful reasons to pray. If I let this in, he told Himself There’ll be the Devil to pay. Now Bingo stepped up with the ball And placed it on the spot Stepped back, breathed deep, ran […]

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November 2016

In honour of my first visit to Larkhall Athletic, and in remembrance of fallen soldiers from The Great War, I re-produce this poem was which part of the official programme for their match against AFC Totton (see below). The Lark From Wrath-red dawn to wrath-red dawn The guns have brayed without abate; And now the […]

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October 2016

  The Assyrian came down like a wolf on the fold And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee (From “The Destruction of Sennacherib” by Lord Byron 1815)   Monday 3rd October 2016 […]

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February 2016

Each team would somehow pick itself No boys were left upon the shelf No substitutions, sulks or shame If you showed up, you got a game. . Not 2-3-5 or 4-2-4 But 2-8-12 or even more Six centre-forwards, five right wings Was just the normal run of things . Lined up then in such formations […]

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January 2016

Picture this, you’re gazing down Upon that smoky factory town. Weaves of streets spread out, converge And from the houses boys emerge. . Boys in boots and boys in wellies Skinny boys and boys with bellies Tiny boys with untied laces Brainy boys with violin cases . The match was played to certain rules By […]

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Robin Hood Hop

No, the bugle sounds no more, And the twanging bow no more; Silent is the ivory shrill Past the heath and up the hill; There is no mid-forest laugh, Where lone Echo gives the half To some wight, amaz’d to hear Jesting, deep in forest drear. From “Robin Hood” by John Keats (1795-1821) . . […]

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Pleasant Pastures in Perivale and Mad Marauding Muntjacs

My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk: The opening lines of John Keats’ “Ode to a Nightingale”   Don’t the above words just fill you with foreboding? I’d recently taken […]

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