Wednesday 26 February 2014

an eighty seventh poem...'carry on carrington #6'

Diego and David
Made for an old couple,
Sat together in the white
Dubai heat.
The players, as ever,
Were doing basic
Training – Smalling
Was being helped
To his feet for
Something like
The seventeenth time.
‘It’s a transitional
Season’, said David.
But Diego didn’t reply,
Kept chomping on
His Cuban cigar.
‘Problem is’,
David continued resolutely,
‘Some of the attacking
Players have lost
Their speed over
Ten yards’.
The tempo of play,
Admittedly, would barely
Have registered on a
life-support machine.
‘Have they tried
Cocaine?’, Diego
Shot back.
David chuckled
At the bad joke, but
Made a mental note
To get some to
Liven up his Tactical
Planning Meetings with
Messrs Round and Neville.

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