Vintage vinyl our rare groover
Let’s toast this goalpost mover
No boast our third man hoover
Arcane host Kane a soul soother
Again our stain and pain remover
Pledges to make edges smoother
He’s our medieval cathedral louver
Trained so hard.. a self improver
Was a "when in Rome" approver
An ascetic tome like Martin Luther
Now depart for T20 in Vancouver?
Huge heart is part of his oeuvre
Another behind cover manoeuvre
Find his art at home in the Louvre
Affable unflappable an incomparable parable & fable
Telegraph path defending ending era sending a cable
As Indian power does deflower our Test tower of Babel
Reliant on our defiant thoroughbred in the Kiwi stable
Does what says on the label as Kane so keen and able
Hushed kudos so humble yet giant sat at the top table
Hardy a great first rate trait played ball late almost tardy
Held aloft by hands so soft weaving his third man spree
Inner fire to the wire winner desire is Kane down to a tee
Outwitting Kohli and sitting pretty on top of the WTC tree
Fitting in his twilight dimming the limelight is not about me
Travesty not to marvel at artistry & majesty of his tapestry
Heavenly ability with angelic humility part of a holy trinity
Stoic & heroic Martin's successor a professor still ego free
With Crowe & Hadlee bestow Black cap history our nobility
Affinity for infinity for all three so totally Kiwi simply divinity
BLAME KANE
King Coman didn't win the League title,
Having lost, to Leverkusen, the battle.
Coman, for the ?????????? time in his career,
Aged 27, welcomed Kane who's a trophy barrier.4
Blame Harry Kane.
The trophy-thirsty hierarchy looks on with disdain.
The Spurs' cursed man came with one aim,
Bayern's bundesliga run became so lame,8
Leverkusen flogged 'em with cane,
Now....no trophy rain,
Kane tainted Coman's record with a stain.
2013 to '23, Coman's luck was never in vain¹²
Until 2024 when trophy gain turns to pain.
Now, the dice is casted & reality becomes plain,
Blame Harry Kane!¹5
VICK MANUEL POETRY {VMP}
FORM: Rhymes
Copyright ©?15th April 2024.
Abby comes from Largs in Scotland,
And is visually impaired by Stargardt,
The progressive vision disease panned,
By some of the other Paralympians.
Born on the 4th day of August 2003,
She’s a student at Largs Academy,
She trains hard in the backstroke,
At N. Ayrshire Amateur Swim Club.
So because she’s only thirteen,
Rio was her first Paralympic games,
But for the backstroke 100m S13,
She took silver in a time of 1:09.09.
When she was very young her family,
Holidayed in Australia, and, sad,
That she couldn’t swim, like the rest,
She learnt afterwards with desire.
Rich farmer had such a sweet son
Teig O'Kane was handsome lad's name
Seems like his work was never done
Loved splendid girls and sporting game.
Father O'Kane himself never did know
How much his son had gambled away
And as he started sinking far below
Debt became big growing night and day.
Teig started making love to a girl
And had heard that her purity he broke
While his father's wrath would unfurl
Teig told to himself another joke.
Down a long road he started to tramp
Then many little people he just saw
Carryin corpse which was still damp
Teig on his shoulder felt an icy paw.
Collapsed corpse clamped on Teig real tight
And said, "My friend bury me you must
In Orus or Dimus this very night
Or in or near Fada or Breedya's dust.
Teig went to these places each and all
In Breedya he found a formed grave
Deep into it the dead corpse did fall
Completely covered body with long stave.
Teig rested and quickly home he ran
Next week happily married now was he
Was free from debt and a changed man
And all his many sins no longer would be.
James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran
Red wellies and no pants!
you were such a funny child
hard to keep you safe from harm
as you were running wild
An easier kid there could not be
your childhood felt just fine
an adult's what you thought you were
when you were only nine
you always ran before you walked
an urge to grow up fast
your teacher's said you answered them
before the questions asked
now of you go ,the army life
I'm proud as I can be
I love you more than words can say
until eternity.
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