Sports Couplet Poems | Examples
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a fairy tale of Camden Town
Clancy’s Gym, the same old sounds
a minute’s rest then two more rounds
I’ll jack this in (like Bobby Prewitt)
but where’s the one who made me do it?
He hasn’t come, he’s never here
by now he’s on his second beer
presiding in the Dublin Castle
surrounded by his navvy vassals
they’re calling me “the Tralee Tiger”
I coulda been … where’s my Rod Steiger?
the jolting jab, fast on his feet,
the bantamweight that no-one’s beat…
my bucket? Something-Saint-John’s-Wood
and scum from gumshields, spit and blood
I’ve learnt a word I like – “effete”
You don’t hear that on Albert Street
He knows I never wanted this. He
said he’d cure me called me cissy
he calls me Rocky. What a sham
why can’t I be the thing I am?
I want to dance like Nureyev
which might explain the fury of
the shellacking that this lad’s getting
Look at those losers busy betting
Sad old slobs with Patterson poses
ten-buck suits and flattened noses
come to think, though, who’s the fool
they’re not up here on this stool
back room Clancy’s Masculine Sports
blood on the gloves, shamrock on the shorts
Written By: D. Collins 6/6/25
Big men shivered when he got into the paint.
Knowing they're a victim of his vicious faints.
He had the meanest crossover anyone has ever seen.
Even Michael Jordan got postered on our T.V. screens.
He was a little man with the heart and will of a bull.
Made many so-called professionals look like a fool.
None of the NBA teams had an "answer" for him.
When we thought he wouldn't he'd flush it at the rim.
He made all big men respect and fear the little guy.
Often shaking their heads from a heavy dose of AI.
His mark on the game should stand out in our minds.
He was the best little, big man to play between the lines.
I pay no attention to sports
I turn off the weather report
Pretty girls don’t attract me
No more do mosquitoes attack me
I read the obits and emit a long sigh
Thinking, there but for the grace of God goeth I…
A backed-up sewer full of manure
Made me gag; I was so immature
Today it bothers me not in the least
~ Life on this earth is just leased
Watching the Winter Olympics from afar
I wish I were an ice-skating star
To soar and twirl, leap up to the sky ~
in empty indoor rinks in July
Scholars met over the world around,
and, based on distance from the ground,
made an important decision,
using scientific precision.
I guess by now, you must have heard,
Mondo is classified as a bird.
A bald eagle sports white hair and a craggy face
He’s admired and feared for his power and grace
Though when I see him next to a brown-hair
~ ‘baldy’ has even more fluff up there
Olympic moments now here, then gone
under a spotlight intense as the sun
Years of sweat, dedication and training
geared toward a finish culminating
In a medal or two, or three if you’re great
~ all dependent on timing, focus and fate
A long time ago, grandpa told me
amateur athletes crossed oceans and paid the fees
Every four years a noble spirit arose
emblazoned on a torch, fiery and free
A spirit clear, shining bright and true
the Olympic spirit, one that cut through
The claptrap of power, regulation and rules
crossing the finish line in brotherhood
Searing, the sun
no shade on this run
perilous, the wind
eyes let sand in
draining, the humidity
tempting torpidity…
steep hill appears ~
tears, no more gears
The more other sports change
the more baseball stays the same
Bleeding fans as well as talented players
the ‘national pastime’ needs our prayers
So, I have a suggestion whose time has come
one for which I want to bang the drum
No more ‘win’ for a starting pitcher
who is a ‘five-inning’ quitter
Either six complete innings from him ~
or he can take his shower at the local gym
Growing up, I was 'muy macho'
(from eating Cheerios, instead of Nachos)
My younger sister thought she was faster than me
Well, I'd show her -- Ha, ha; he hee
We raced across two front lawns into an empty lot
We bet five dollars on the race to sweeten the pot
I took off like a rabbit, I wanted that five dollars bad
At the empty lot, I looked back to see what chance sis had
She'd given up, the money was mine
At which time ---
I ran into a rockpile, turned my ankle, started to cry
Pictured my friends' laughter: You're faster than your sister
~ you 'muy macho' guy
12/5/2023
Ridiculous, so, inhumane and grossly unfair!
Does a Trans-sexual think he has special flair?
Invading swimming pools like humongous whales?
Ensuring,that female swimming competitions fail?
These are things,not a poem had the chutzpah to addres
I fnd such topics should neither be hidden nor suppressed!
Contenders believe they can reach the top
Champions believe they belong there
Determination defies all odds that any gambler sets
In the end, 'talent will out' ~ sure to lose the bet
In the name of 'equity' and 'inclusion'
Female athletes suffer Biden's incursion
Backing transgender males in their competitions
~ destroying female athletes' ambitions