the state of things


Their Heads Hung Low

by Elvis Shackleton - 10:48 on 03 July 2010

There were four

As the world crumbled

And ambition and hope lay shredded


The playground bullies

Who could not stand

When someone else stood up

The Netherlands

How we hated them

For spoiling the party

But only for a few hours

And now they are the heroes

And redemption

Rests on their

Arrogant shoulders



Their chances gone

On the fetid rotting crossbar of despair


For years they had a reputation

As a bunch of

Cheating diving bastards

Now they do not have that reputation

So much anymore

But it's not because they're not

A bunch of cheating diving bastards

It's because most teams

Are a bunch of cheating diving bastards

So they no longer stand out so much

But in the end

None shall sleep

Comment from Marilyn at 02:48 on 04 July 2010.
Is Elvis S English? I can't think why else he'd even care to write World Cup poetry. Or maybe I don't understand cos I'm a girl, a Scottish girl. M x

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