Crap poem – Celebration and Swans

Published January 15, 2012 | By James R Shaw

I’ve written some poems about the Premiership action this weekend. Starting with Chelsea, ending with Swansea…

Celebration:

A thunderous volley rattles the bar falling to a favorible shin.

A smug look of delight floats across number 8 as the ball ricochets in.

‘Run Lamps, RUN’, point to the sky – cherish this moment of celebration.

All while the honest man sits, angered by fluke living a life of frustration.

Swans:

Pass and move is the fabric of the game.

And on a brisk Sunday afternoon a top side were tamed.

A side of wonder became mere spectators against minnows.

And 11 Welsh based players were heralded heroes.