Almanac (Footy) Poetry – The Rhymer: August Reality

August Reality


We started with dreams for our season
that would deliver us some satisfaction,
something to give us a reason –
hit the finals with some sort of traction.


But somewhere the wheels of our waggon
fell by the side of the trail
and now our faith is a saggin’
– rebuilding’s our new holy grail


One by one our great hopes got injured
and our draft picks failed to impress
and our progress forward is hindered,
by a plan we’ll have to address


The top sides are now buying tickets
for September, and making their plans
while we just look forward to cricket
we wont need a seat in the stands


a new coach and recruits are our wish
that could make all the difference I hear
cos the list that we have now is rubbish
fingers crossed for a better next year.


Ever since I have followed the football
I have lived with a hope for September
but before you can walk you must crawl
and my knees feel they’ve been in a blender
and my team has won bugger-all.


© The Rhymer 2018



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