Fitting The Moment/Bolton Wanderers(The Trotters Versus Raith Rovers) Poem by Sheena Blackhall

And here we are today to watch The Trotters
Taking to the pitch to confront Raith Rovers

The Rovers are trained to play in their space machines
Which should give them an advantage over the Trotters,
But the Wanderers are led by Moses, man of the moment
Centre forward, with the power to dismember rocks.

And Moses is off, a herd of pigs in tow,
In an over-the-top response to a Rovers penalty
Passionate, uninhibited and a bit weird for football fans everywhere

The Rovers are very tired now, their fuel source
Drained by Moses' celestial powers
A foul in any man's language.

Oh no! Unbelievable!
One of the Trotters thunderous right hooves
Has done the unthinkable.
Unbalanced a Rover in mid flight
Tipped its pilot into the stand.
The Rover's pilot is barely able to talk for several minutes.
But here's Moses leading his Trotters racing towards the goal

There's a tremendous cheer from the crowd
As a big hairy boar from the Black Forest hoofs a winner
Slam into the back of the net!

The trophy is solid gold,
But Moses hands it over to the other team
Saying it's against his principles
To accept a false idol

I feel everything welling up and think
'Christ, I'm going to burst into tears'
Somehow it fits the moment.