Football Fever
I’ve caught football fever
Now I’m football mad
Football’s taken over
I’ve got football bad
Yes, I’ve got football fever
I thought I was immune
But I’m not sick as a parrot
Instead I’m over the moon
So I don’t need a doctor
I don’t need a pill
I’m not feeling awful
I’m not really ill
I’ve just got football fever
I’ve just gone football mad
I’m as crazy as my sister
As barmy as my Dad
We’ve all got football fever
Each one did succumb
But if you think we’ve got it bad
Wait till you meet Mum!
This poem is in my book “Brilliant“. If you are looking for other football poems, there’s a collection of poems with the same title as this in my anthologies section.
Bernard Young Poet 