A Sport and the Book
Somewhere resting in a room
There was social enthusiasm gloom
Feeling trapped
Inside the flat
Continuing developing creatively
Writing books literary
Putting all in place
Having credible worth newspaper space
With an innocent look
And being a good cook
This west ham knew how to iron
Open to talk about entry level hiring
Expert in all the new technology
West ham was looking for a disruptive apology
Feeling like being demoted
Not knowing who voted
Commanded to stay at home
All alone
With not much more than a telephone
This fluffy mind
Did its time
Then the day arrived
Quiet playing sound was the cry
Wanting to make a point
After leaving the athletic joint
Almost there
From the woods a frightful scare
A wandering wondering wolf with much hot air
Visiting the enchanting Olympic venue
Looking for American cheese and Ham on the menu
For nearly ninety minutes the beast did stalk
Preying on the tiny bubbles’ fantasy talk
With seventeen to go
Unleashed the first blow
And a little later
West hammy found itself served with a side of tatters
By the day’s close
A result rose
This temporary reprieve
If one would believe
From the crystal palace
Cherries were discussed wondering about Alice
As the tea cup turned
Mad Hatter showed concern
This was no Christmas Carol
Despite St Lewis watching west ham heading for the falls in a barrel
Next up are the lily whites
Will west ham be ready for a survival fight?
Copyright © Marc O'Brien | Year Posted 2020
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