Thomas Martin Poet Footle

Football and Spouse

football
is all

crowd roars
kick soars

a pass
at last

man cave
men crave

cold ones
at once

demand
she panned

but serve
the beer

and chips
for dips

hubby
must pee

walks out
on lout

and shops
till drops

lonely
lady

returns
and learns

the lout
passed out

flat beer
oh dear

the game
now tame

half time
her time

clap hands
to bands

the game
what game!

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Andrea Dietrich May 3, 2015 at 1:35 AM Hey, you did a really good job here, thomas!! Too bad it was too late to put them in that last footle contest.

Jan Allison May 2, 2015 at 1:02 PM An awesome string of footles telling a story that I am sure sadly does happen at the weekends :-) Hugs Jan xx i do love the footle form it is so effective:-) Hugs jan xx 7 xx