Archive for the 'Poetry & Songs' Category

Write a World Cup anthem!

Tuesday, June 13th, 2006 by Herr Ed

Countless World Cup songs have been released in England this year - all of which aim to be sing-along terrace/ pub anthems for 2006 and beyond.
Herr Hippo’s current favourite is Pride of Lions. However, we thought it would be a good idea to compose a World Cup song via a truly democratic process. We are therefore delighted […]

The Waste Land

Thursday, June 8th, 2006 by Herr Ed

June could be the cruellest month, seeing
England out at the group stage, vexing
Terry and Neville, ending
False hopes via sprung defence.
Winter kept us warm, coating
Dreams in a parochial glow, feeding
A slim chance with hyperbole.
Paraguay may surprise us, coming over the Hochtaunuskreis
With a shower of goals; stopped in Deutschland
And we’re out of the finals, into oblivion 
To drink cherryade […]

The Lions Roar

Monday, May 22nd, 2006 by Herr Paul

A friend of mine, and a friend of his, have written and performed their own World Cup song. Here is a link, exclusive and free to World Cup Hippo readers and antagonists. Listen and prepare to be dazzled…
World Cup Song: Pride of Lions

Unofficial World Cup song - England

Thursday, April 13th, 2006 by Herr Danny

To the tune of ‘Earth Song’ by Exeter City’s own Michael Jackson.
What about Dennis Wise? What about pain?
What about all the teams, that you said we were to play?
What about Chesterfield, is it a crime?
What about all the goals that you said we’d score in time?
Did you ever stop to notice, penalties we’ve missed before?
Did […]

World Cup Poem 1

Wednesday, April 5th, 2006 by Herr Paul

Oh! 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.

Elfmeter!

Thursday, March 16th, 2006 by Herr Danny

A crossfield ball, a half-chance spurned
Tactical changes, the tide has turned;
A wall of sound: a clown shoots high
‘Stay at home Klinsmann, keep your powder dry’
Tension mounts and Brazilians roll
Three bags full for young Mr Cole
The whistle blows; emotions run high
Football, the world, eins, zwei, drei.