Category Archives: Deadline Poetry

Giving Thanks

For my friends who gave me their seat at the game,
For my readers who have put me there just the same,
For the glory of the Invincibles
For Thierry Henry and his 229 goals,
For Paddy and Dennis and Robert Pires,
For Arsene Wenger and 16 years.
For pints of ale at the pub near Anfield,
For the one sight of Highbury now concealed,
For Cannons and Grimbo and Chary who write,
For beating Barcelona on that magical night,
For the 5-2 win over Tottenham,
For the 5-2 win over Tottenham,
Thanks.

What are you thankful for?

Qq

Lukas Podolski

He’s our Podolski! (A suggested song for Podolski)

Sung to the tune of Shipoopi by Merideth Wilson

Well a forward who’ll miss on the very first shot
Is not extraordinary.
And a forward who’ll miss on the second time out
Is anything but scary.
But a forward who scores on his very first shot,
Head in the clouds, feet on the ground!
He’s the guy that Arsene’s found–
he’s our Po-dol-ski!
Po-dol-ski! Po-dol-ski!
The boy just finds the net
Po-dol-ski! Po-dol-ski!
And he will win your bet

Reader suggested changes will be considered.

Qq

The Four Seasons of Arsenal

In spring she is ending,
The leaves of the past piled at her feet.
In summer she is dormant,
Slumbering while the world boils around her.
In fall she is animated,
Fresh hope springs from her soils.
And in winter she is graying,
Pulled between fall’s anticipation and spring’s unwinding.

Qq