IT'S ONLY A GAME AFFTER ALL SAID AND DUN
I used to love a game of badmintonNot to be the victor , lording it over
the vanquished , oh no , not fore me
No , I'd just enjoy good rally
Seeing how long we could keep
the rally going
Hitting, guiding the shuttlecock from my
racket to the racket of my playing mate
Just people having fun
Sport should be fun
Remember when sport were a game
a bit of fun
When wining at all cost was a concept
Unheard of
Remember story's your dad told you of when he were young
as my dad told me
Of going down too the towns abattoir asking '' mister ''
Can I have a pigs bladder'' '' me and me pal's need it ''
Wear goner play football ''
Bladder duly handed over , blown up till it were hard
Then it's game on!
Alternately an old jumper , both arms , neck tied up
Paper stuffed in to it , finally the waist tied up
Game on!
Now when dads and yes mums did bully the officials
And their kids as they do now heads full of thoughts
Of their kids earning £250,000 a week
Kids just wona play have fun while playing a game they
love
When children could be children
Off to the local park with a ball fore a game of footy
Or a bat and ball fore a game cricket
Play all day all tear round
Play a game in deep snow , freezing?
Your having a laugh nothing could never stop us kicking that
ball having a game
Well till mum call's out '' come on in your tea's* ready ''!
Long live naivety such has us!
* Where I live tea was an early evening meal we have at about 5 PM /6 PM
The Dyslexic Poet
Ken D Williams
Poetry by ken d williams
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Written on 2010-11-18 at 20:12
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