Poetry by Jeff Green

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Winter sports

by cricketjeff on February 22, 2010.  © Jeff Green, All rights reserved

On the telly I’ve been watching men go skiing,
Down a hill and then they fall for miles and miles.
Like a hoard of high speed lemmings who are fleeing
From a fox who licks his chops and slyly smiles.

Then a group of girls were lying down on tea trays,
As they hurtled through a fridge across the ice.
So exciting that if they have room-for-me-trays,
Then you wouldn’t need to shout or ask me twice.

There are curlers playing bowls and slippy sliding,
While their friends are sweeping up, not falling down.
In the hockey there’s a puck gone into hiding
And the goallie’s eyes are crossed, he wears a frown!

There are skaters who’re pretending they are dancing
There are others who go faster than a bike
Doing moguls seems to be life un-enhancing
And some blokes with guns and skis are on a hike

Come the summer there be sports worth sitting watching
I mean cricket or athletics round a track
Maybe tennis if the stars aren’t busy crotching
Always thought that McEnroe should get a smack

Until then we have Olympic winter wonders
And the rugby which is more my cup of tea
There are hours and hours of footballs greatest blunders
Or go back to bed and dream of poetry!

Author notes

I have changed the fourth stanza from this :-

There are skaters who are twirling round to music
There are others who go faster than a bike
Doing moguls I am certain must make you sick
And some blokes with guns and skis are on a hike