Not wishing to alienate anyone, to balance my previous post, here is an anti-football poem.
Please make it stop
(Yes, I’m in a huff!)
It’s hardly got started
And I’ve had enough.
People are driving around
With flags on their cars.
It’s all over the TV
And blasting out from bars.
Someone has just told me
That it lasts for a month.
That’s bad news.
Grrr! Snarl! Humpf!
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 