FOOTBALL PUNDITS

Michael Edwards

 

 

 

FOOTBALL PUNDITS

 

Football pundits only use

The present tense and I suppose

They have no sense of history

To me this is a mystery

 

So have they never been to school

They use the past tense not at all

Describing games played yesterday

As though the match was still in play

 

It’s sad to think they’re not that bright

They’re truly not that erudite

Though many it is true to say

Have lost their accents on the way.

 

  • Author: Michael Edwards (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 27th, 2021 01:31
  • Category: Unclassified
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Comments6

  • Goldfinch60

    True words Michael, but I do not bother with football but rugby is a different matter.

    Love the artwork.

    • Michael Edwards

      You didn't miss the Scotland France match then - i didn't want either side to win - France a foreign country who is no friend of ours and Scotland who wants a divorce - mind you at least the result was good for the land of my forefathers. Keep growing the leeks.

    • orchidee

      A fine write and pic M.

    • Doggerel Dave

      Wot is this football of which you speak? Not soccer perchance?
      I enjoy mazes and labyrinths - your picture gets my eyes running the same way.

      • Michael Edwards

        Funnily enough my sports teacher a lifetime ago insisted we call it soccer - he claimed that football was a generic word for any game played bt kicking a ball.

      • Jerry Reynolds

        Good art, good poem, Michel.
        Sports are an endless source for metaphor and simile.

      • L. B. Mek

        a lament to the demise of heritage accents as gateways to language's eloquence of veracity, for those tasked with burden of descriptive commentary..
        good read Michael, gave me my first chuckle of the week

      • SureshG

        From across the pond, don’t get much excited about ninety minutes -

        but love the read



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