Live to fight

Feet, coloured yellow –

Move at speed –

Shades of green

Adorn the ground

 

Billboards changing –

Take your seats –

We’re bouncing in the round

 

Seagulls take up

Residence

And coach on high alert

 

Dropping veterans

For youth to build –

Fans think it will subvert

 

What once was strong,

Like Coventry –

He was primed

To out-perform

 

Ah, the good old days,

They held it high

But now, they’re out of form

 

The President –

Encompassing –

A culture that is rife

 

With a cold (or is it flu?)

That’s prevalent –

Ubiquitous, despite

 

The ability to cheer

To love what angers some

To shout and yell in support

Of the mid-fielder, on the run

 

He carries the ball down the spine

The team-mate, to his left, is clear

The handpass is perfection –

A hip-and-shoulder, and he’s near

 

The man who carries everyone’s

Expectations in his foot

He drops the ball, he kicks it straight

His goal, the scene-stealer, to boot

 

The scene gives of

Fanaticism –

Objective over-ruled –

Zealousness a special treat –

Tastes like a helix – like a spool

 

Beyond the backdoor arguments

Of avarice and spite

The paper-pushers run an industry

Constructed from the contract’s might

 

The microphone – required

It’s written on the page –

Held out to reach a sonic pitch

That keeps the player sage

 

Back ‘on deck’ and it is tight

Precision wins the game

The difference between

Right and wrong is

Written in a name

 

Will he go on to stardom?

Does he even have a say?

Perhaps! But if, and only if

Free agency’s the way

 

The crowd erupts – the game is won

The team’s theme song must be played

Everyone’s a winner as

The dollar sign’s displayed.

Darling bud

Oh leaf, oh leaf

Become a bud

Bring me promise, please

 

Oh bud, oh bud

Be my flower

Yearned for, brought with ease

 

Flower, flower

You bloom bright –

Rest your head on me

 

Flower, flower –

Wilting kite –

Oh, mortality!

 

Flowering plant –

Flying kite –

From leaf that brought a bud

 

Oh darling buds

Bring vim and verve

Be my flower, dearly loved

 

Oh water me

Sweet angel

Day, after day goes by

 

Oh water me

The soul of life

Springs eternal after dry

 

A droplet

Brings me truth

And budding flower blooms

 

Truth brings a soul

Forgotten

My angel – in the room

 

I’ll be your spring

In winter

Your perennial, I’ll grow

 

Open my leaf

In sunlight

And create an afterglow

 

Wilt no more, my

Flowered seed

Darling bud that’s dearly loved

 

You are the angel

Of my eye,

The envy of my sun.