World Cup Poem 1
by Herr PaulOh! Ginger rain,
of slow dreams and shishty mintons.
Under gibbous moon, his
eyes shone – the maladies of
Munchen, bright Gildenskirchen bracken
opened his feet and beckoned his turf mind.
Tick followed tock, followed tick.
And then tack and teck and tuck.
Time looped, displaced his meat and nogged
in saturated prism burst.
Tonight, tomorrow. Tomorrow night.
Oh! Ginger rain.
Not never.
April 5th, 2006 at 9:56 am
A real treat.
April 6th, 2006 at 11:17 am
Will this poem be read out at the Opening Ceremony? If so, by whom?
April 6th, 2006 at 3:53 pm
I’ve read better…
April 6th, 2006 at 8:13 pm
There’s talk of Maureen Lipman and Keith Dellar reading alternating lines
April 6th, 2006 at 10:09 pm
Is there a second verse?
April 7th, 2006 at 8:31 am
I do hope an anthology of these poems is published after the World Cup. It would be a fitting and treasured memento of what is sure to be a tournament for the ages. Plus it would great on my coffee table!
April 7th, 2006 at 9:58 am
Apparently a pop-up poetry book is in the offing. Franz Beckenbauer and Danny Baker have already pledged their support.
April 11th, 2006 at 5:29 pm
Hot off the draws… Herr Paul will be giving his thoughts after every key world cup match in verse.