The Crofton Road home team play football with the moon
They have no kit to speak of but compensate
with unshakeable belief they’ll ace the cup.
With this in mind, they’ve got
young Sharkey Thompson up in goal.
Starts well. McGarry heads a blinder,
slips – a fatal strain. Back to the bench.
By four a.m. the lads from Brackley Close
have thrashed them seven/three.
They amble back chewing their lips,
scuffing the kerb. They was robbed.
They lob the moon behind the shed,
go indoors with no goodnight.
Next time they’ll get the win. Tomorrow
they’ll make a beachball of the sun.
Hilary Hares’ (@thepoetlobsterate) poems appear widely online and in print. She has also achieved success in various competitions. Her pamphlets: A Butterfly Lands on the Moon, Red Queen, and Mr Yamada Cooks Lunch for Twenty Three are available through: www.hilaryhares.com