Terry Collett

Gold Star - 23,291 Points (13/12/1947 / LONDON)

Underhill's Mood 1961 - Poem by Terry Collett

Underhill
was not impressed
he had not
been chosen
for the school
soccer team.

He stood with me
and other kids
who didn't
want to play.

Why'd he not
choose me
I am one
of the best
centre-forwards
he's got?
Underhill said.

I watched
the PE teacher
playing referee
blowing his whistle.

I said
I guess not.

You're full of shit
Underhill said.

You're full of bluff
I replied.

He was bigger
than I was
broader
and taller.

You've
too much lip
he said.

The whistle
blew again
and we both watched
the teams play.

Not your day
I said.

He stormed off
up to the lines boy
who waved a flag.

I thought
of Jane
who had
kissed me
up on the Downs
the day before
wet lips
soft
the best kiss
I'd ever had.

Underhill
was moaning
at the lines boy
in a mood
and I was glad.

Topic(s) of this poem: teenage


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, June 15, 2017



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