By Phoebe Cannard-Higgins
Football. Football, Football.
You ol’ bag ‘o’ bones & muscles & torn ligaments,
I swear i never heard the word used so much
It’s been a good yr for us.
u and me,
the introduction of the women’s league
u tryin to win me back?
remember the time Collingwood and St Kilda drew,
And you ruined my 21st?
‘bags ‘o’ bones hunched over a 2010 TV screen
instead of singin me ‘appy Birday,
Never mind I forgave you, but not your wif
with black paint under er fingernails, shufflin’ sausages
‘it’s his favourite player’
My daughter liftin’ up a plastic dreadlock,
Where’s her friend gone?
i almost thought i was thru with you and your pulled hammy,
but then you showed up one last time, dragging us together on a windy day
clink clink, carn the doggies.
I’ll give you one more year.