Watching the footie, or trying to at least
While scribing a poem, upon words I feast.
Drinking a pint that’s so full of yeast
The game’s in full swing, the punters are pleased.
My boyfriend’s a fan & he is agog
When I get home I shall sleep like a log.
So I drink like a fish & we have the odd snog
And I think up more lines to write in my blog.
Spring is upon us & I feel like a ewe
The night is so cold, is winter not through?
Just had a pint, yes let’s make it two
Here for the craic & to enjoy a few!
The match it rolls on, I’m not paying attention
The lines they flow, too many to mention.
Ask me why & I’ll answer your question
Because to write is my main intention.
The crowd it roars & the crowd it cheers
When halftime comes well enjoy some more beers.
The commentary is loud & I am all ears
Cheers! Me lads & Sláinte! My dears.
One nil is the score to the opposing team
Still my bf’s in good spirits, it would seem.
This is the Life of Reilly, we are living the dream
Doing what we love, if you see what I mean.
Goals to be scored, a game to be won
The competition’s fierce, see how they run.
While all the spectators have so much fun
Who will have lost & who will have won?
They’re playing for sport & it pays lots of money
Second half is upon us, the crowd’s getting funny.
Drinking & smoking, my nose is getting runny
Our beverage of choice is the famous Big Bunny.
We gaze at the screen & we swig on our pints
Fibbers is awesome, the atmosphere’s so nice!
The beer garden’s massive, with a roof up high
We laugh & we cheer & exchange a random smile.
There’s a corner, it’s kicked & the ball is back in play…
It’s a battle, a fight, this match of the day!
Whatever the pundits have later to say
The action was mighty, the play was my way.
Faith In The Ripple Effect 