Your Poem THE BEAUTIFULLY INANE.
Beautiful to watch but it doesn't sound pretty, endless commentary, sprayin' endless inane cliche. 'DENIED BY THE WOODWORK!' - No he wasn't you see, he just missed, the goals don't move and they're PVC! Early doors, they're 'On the back foot', set their 'stalls' out - set for falls, commentators, pundits talkin' 'The roundest ever!' balls! The cliches begin when - 'They cross the white line.' 'It's on his favourite left foot!' 'How many have you seen!?' 'I've only got one!' At the telly I scream. And if I was on 60 grand a week I'd be able to shoot with both flamin' feet! 'He really has got a sweet left foot.' 'Have you tasted his right? You foot fetish freak!?' once again at the telly I shriek. Endless analysis, rakin' of coals, 'Stonewall penalties'. 'To win yer need goals.' The revelations comin' THICK an' fast, the second half! I wont last. I'll have a few drinks as a half time repast! I'll have another, an' then a few more! DENIED BY THE COUCH! - I hit the floor! But, as I went down, with one of my favourite feet - I hit the mute button - OH, HOW SWEET! by Phil Seery, Anfield