He flies through the air with the greatest of ease,
Not blown by the wind, but a young girl's sneeze.
Falls to the ground as if he's lost his knees.
Yup, you guessed right, that chap's Portuguese.
Xan Phillips, July 2006
www.xan.co.uk
Friday, July 07, 2006
Poem of the Year (2006)
Inspired by our local poets and my views on a certain World Cup match I put finger to keyboard and came up with this short, but succinct poem.
Xan Phillips, July 2006
www.xan.co.uk
Xan Phillips, July 2006
www.xan.co.uk
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Poderá ser o poema do ano...após algumas cervejas. É só futebol. Para a próxima corre melhor (para nós e para vocês).
It could be the poem of the year...after a few beers. It's just football. Best luck next time (to England and Portugal).
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