Bad Poetry You probably never want to read

As the cheers die down

As the cheers die down

As the whistle is blown

As the ball bounces out

And the players depart

Like the roar in my ears

A small part of me dies

Silence in the stadium

Silence in my soul

No longer shall I stop

No longer shall I wonder

When doing the housework

When dragged out shopping

This device in my hand

This jack of all trades

No longer gets the attention

The attention my heart craves

It may be summer outside

But here I feel lost

For it is an odd year

No international lust

I am left to gossip

Reading headlines and web spaces

"Are they getting him?

Surely he won't go there?

Please buy someone

Please don't go"

Electronic versions

Of real life folk

Is all the contact I have

With the love of my life

I've won all the cups

I have all the trophies

But they are just pixels

No cold metal to touch

And they just add a score

Another achievement

I've unlock all the secrets

But no-one cheers for me

As the days go by

I count, like it's Christmas

For it is my present

The escape that I need

Then there is it

The days are still light

I turn on the TV

Late in the night

They have pulled on the shirt

They run round the field

My passion is back

My religion rekindled

And the cheers have arisen

Louder than ever

The false hope is alight

We can do it this year

It is just like rebirth

Like a brand new beginning

A shiny new kit

Costing more than it's worth

But I will pay the price

I will chant the chants

I will cheer with pride

And watch them fail again