The Mexican Wave
Did you see the Mexican wave,
At the game of nil inspire.
One chance, one brilliant save,
Nothing setting this match on fire.
A rush of blood, a red card
The star dispatched from pitch.
Petulance and my day is marred,
Irritation has become a hitch.
Promises have all come to nought,
Dull action, with nothing to rave.
Head down, feeling fraught,
Did you see the Mexican wave?
Copyright © Kevin Shaw | Year Posted 2017
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