Game Of Two Halves Poem by Dónall Dempsey

So, who won the game?

She gives me a running commentary
on the match:

“This lovely long-haired guy
passed the ball to
another lovely long-haired guy
(with nice thighs) who went around
another too lovely guy with no hair
and left him sprawling on his bum.”

“But oh...what a nice bum it was! ”

I asked her what was the score
but she couldn’t remember if a goal
was got or not only that
she wouldn’t mind scoring with...

Right! That was it!
I showed her a red card.
“Happy birthday! ” I said.