Football Widow Poem by Della Perry
Football Widow
That time of year again
When ladies lose their spouses
To the beautiful game.
No-one cares the doors hang from their frames
Or windows are covered in filth
The lawn can grow as high as the roof
The football army has beers to drink
And chair arms to squeeze tightly
Chanting doesn't get shouted by itself love
Come on, me babbies!
He'll be back when the season is over.
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