Really Awful Rhyme at England Getting the Boot

thI have now deleted the draft and entirely reposted… —

 — Yesterday I posted the following after posting the night before, but no post seems to have been posted. What, I wonder, is going on? Will this also vanish into cyberspace? —

— This vanished, too, so I deleted completely and did a fresh post:- —

— After the final minutes of that little World Cup match last night I poured my creative soul into rhyme and posted it some ten minutes later. I was a bit taken aback to see that the result had been totally ignored. Only now has it occurred to me to check whether it ever got posted at all. Apparently, it hadn’t. So, here’s another try:

So here, finally:

All things dull and uggerly, all Croatia’s big and small,
They were wise and wonderful, ’twas them that used the ball!
(Forget  all the rest with its bibs and its bobs,
For that is completely, now, drowned out by sobs.)

Though England are thought to be good at last ditches
This time were unable to scratch all the -itches!
So — vich itch from vitch itch unable to tell —
It’s clear vitches gave them a very bad spell.

Two to one was the score, amidst lots of fun,
But now they crow atsha,  the ones that have won;
Late in the evening but you can take warning
England ‘s officially gone into mourning!

© July 2018 Colonialist

(Maybe, though, this is a case of better never than too late!)

About colonialist

Active septic geranium who plays with words writing fantasy novels and professionally editing, with notes writing classical music, and with riding a mountain bike, horses and dinghies. Recently Indie Publishing has been added to this list.
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10 Responses to Really Awful Rhyme at England Getting the Boot

  1. Have you ever though of writing hymns? I’m sure you’d be a resounding success Cecil oops Lesley


  2. Soccer is wildly popular here – even the national sports media arrived and camped out in the sports bars here with fans of various teams.
    (Probably help the our city soccer team is a group of authentically nice guys who are out in the communities – as opposed to the spoiled, arrogant, but we will pretend to be nice to the hospitalized kids for a photo op NFL football players – and we have a lot of imported residents who really understand the game and still play as adults in the parks.) I’m still not all up to speed on all of it, but it’s fun – and the crowds at the games are crazy wild. Who couldn’t want to be part of it all?
    Anyway, late or not enjoyed the poem (and your determination.)

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    • colonialist says:

      It does have a sexy quality to get many people really fanny tickle!

      I really don’t know what was going on with the serial refusal to post the above. Someone in WP with a bellyache and taking it out on me?

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  3. toutparmoi says:

    I must confess something very shameful. I much prefer football to rugby, even though the All Whites rarely make it to the World Cup.


  4. Robbie Yates says:

    Great poem. Did you do one about losing the Ashes? 😂


  5. Sue W says:

    An excellent account of the game but not everyone is in mourning. It’s just a game and one that has never been able to hold my attention, there has always been something far more interesting to occupy my interest and I married a man who felt exactly the same. Our girls showed no interest either, though that changed when taking an interest In the interests of their husbands, but what chance did our only son have? When he came home from his first day of high school at the age of eleven he declared, “Do you know there are still some boys who haven’t grown out of football!” I couldn’t have put it better myself!

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    • colonialist says:

      Oh, hooray! The post posted at last!
      We are not football fans, but are England fans so any final (or semi-) they are in has our support.
      Let’s face it, lots of English were in a state of great misery after that game.
      Actually, any sport is pretty ridiculous when you think about it. Like chasing a little orb for miles, swatting it into holes with an unsuitable implement, taking it out, and then swatting at the next hole.

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