POST FOOTIE in 50's

 

                                           POST FOOTIE in 50’s 

Sat’day arvo final bell, straight as a die to local pub

rooted players, fans, backbone, our mighty club,                            

in 50’s days of yore, booze strictly off six o’clock,

toe to toe, shoulder to shoulder, chock-a-block.

Grog on tap, bar awash, froth overflows, each glass,

group rowdy, revel after game, no girls, bonza blast,

shout ten pots under a quid, lined up on bar,

out-stretched hands pass beers near, afar.

Down the hatch, law rigid, all out quarter past six,

await dog’s eye, dead horse, 9 gallon keg, team spirit fix,

pick up dates, hungry, thirsty, swiftly head to mate’s pad,

sheilas chatter, patient, before jazz, their latest fad.

 

Wow, music loud, loved beat, sweat like a pig,

fair dinkum dancing, bird bewdy, bloody good gig,

crash hot, bodies entwined in rhythm, swing, jive, rock,

sopping wet, gyrate to “Rock Around the Clock”.

Post-match magic, injuries swiftly dissipate,

but sexual desires delayed, until very, very late.

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Alan Pinkus                                                             alpinkuspoetry.blogspot.com