Cliché the commentator was taken by surprise
Could not imagine what he was seeing
Could not believe his eyes
The football pitch was purple
Goals were hanging in the air
The ball was a huge fat toffee apple
The referee an old grey mare
Beach huts dotted the terraces
With families at barbecues
Players ran around in waders
Except goalies in platform shoes
At the seven captains’ insistence
Laws of physics were to be ignored
At kick off they ate biscuits
And the whistle simply snored
The fans showed a little interest
When a pterodactyl flew in sight
Chased by a flying winger
Who never shirked a fight
The bustling centre forward
Wore a bustle on his rump
While the tenacious midfield terrier
Stopped to wee on a grass clump
The composed central defender
Was giving off strange smells
That drifted to the Kop End
Launching seventies flares and ringing shells
The clichéd commentator
Was getting all the details wrong
His microphone was a potato
And his watch burst into song
“I’m late! I’m late!” the startled man began to scream
Thinking he was still deeply held in his twisted dream
He ran straight out of his front door onto the busy street
But he hadn’t any clothes on, just slippers on his feet.
n.b. What an www.napowrimo.net nightmare!!! Day 4 poem from a dream / dream poem.
Football: game played with a spherical ball that is kicked.
Goalie: a player who is allowed to use his hands to stop the ball going into the goal net.
Winger: highly skilled player who is usually slight of stature, wirey of frame and tricky, speedy and able to “fly” along the edge of the pitch.
Centre Forward: usually a physically imposing figure, enjoys bullying the opposition and scoring goals.
Central Defender: usually a physically imposing figure, enjoys bullying the opposition and stopping goals.