After A Year, It Will Be Happening... Poem by Maria Barbara Korynt

the elders in short
pants are chasing about the court.
the match of local teams
divided the local residents.
loud are supporting 'one's'
and are not giving
and are whistling about guests.

the end of the game is rousing.
one's, with hung heads
are flashing
by into the cloakroom
and they are doing dodge.
tomatoes on the face
are decorating nobody.

guests are galloping, to the bus.
amongst a general confusion.
and loud whistles.
the judge s finding its way
a wellington boot
of the green colour.

football match of seniors,
on the community playing field,
to the abandon.
there will be a fireworks
and a general blizzard
on the next year.

after year,
it will be a new happening!