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 ‘Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thy happiness, That thou, light wingèd Dryad of the trees, […]
Dream Football Dream football is the harder game The grass is devilishly long And growing Fish appear in the trainer’s bucket Your mother has set up a small shop On the halfway line You are obliged to play in your underpants by Allan Ahlberg (1938 – ) . . . Friday 24th April 2015 Precision […]
Lads, believe me You know it I know it We are not the best team In this league But this lot – Marcus, are you listening? This lot I have to say it – Are worse! From “Team Talk” by Allan Ahlberg (1938 – ) . . . Saturday 17th January 2015 Ryman Isthmian League […]
There lived an old man in the kingdom of Tess, Who invented a purely original dress; And when it was perfectly made and complete, He opened the door, and walked into the street. By way of a hat, he’d a loaf of Brown Bread, In the middle of which he inserted his head;– His Shirt […]
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that St Nicholas soon would be there. The children were nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads. And […]
I view the evening bonfires of the sun On hills where morning rains have hissed; The eyeless countenance of the mist Pallidly rising when the summer droughts are done. by Thomas Hardy 1840-1928 . . . Saturday 6th December 2014 FA Carlsberg Vase k.o.:- 3.00pm 3rd Round Bradford Town […]
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth From “The Road not Taken” by Robert Frost (1874-1963) . . . Saturday 15th November 2014 West […]
Dream Football Dream Football is the harder game The grass is devilishly long And growing Fish appear in the trainers bucket Your mother has set up a small shop On the halfway line You are obliged to play in your underpants. by Allan Ahlberg (1938 – ) . . . Friday 26th Sept 2014 Chromasport […]
Team Talk 2 Marcus, what did you say? I warned you You’re argumentative He was bound to send you off Your own mother would send you off And besides – Besides – Besides – Marcus . . . . shut up. . . Dominic, a word Mud. Stop worrying about it, OK? There’s no prize […]
