My Old Football Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCDCEEFGHIJKJLMNOPQR RSSTUTVWVXYLYLZOZLDA 2DA2RB2RC2LD2LE2F2KF 2ZG2R H2I2J2I2K2E2L2E2F2M2 N2M2O2RP2RLBCDDRCCuthbert Clarke | A |
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You can keep your antique silver and your statuettes of bronze | B |
Your curios and tapestries so fine | C |
But of all your treasures rare there is nothing to compare | D |
With this patched up wornout football pal o' mine | C |
Just a patchedup wornout football yet how it clings | E |
I live again my happier days in thoughts that football brings | E |
It's got a mouth it's got a tongue | F |
And oft when we're alone I fancy that it speaks | G |
To me of golden youth that's flown | H |
It calls to mind our meeting | I |
'Twas a present from the Dad | J |
I kicked it yet I worshipped it | K |
How strange a priest it had | J |
And yet it jumped with pleasure | L |
When I punched it might and main | M |
And when it had the dumps | N |
It got blown up and punched again | O |
It's lived its life | P |
It's played the game | Q |
Its had its rise and fall | R |
There's history in the wrinkles of that wornout football | R |
Caresses rarely came its way in babyhood 'twas tanned | S |
It's been well oiled and yet it's quite teetotal understand | S |
It's gone the pace and sometimes it's been absolutely bust | T |
And yet 'twas always full of bounce | U |
No matter how 'twas cussed | T |
He's broken many rules and oft has wandered out of bounds | V |
He's joined in shooting parties | W |
Over other people's grounds | V |
Misunderstood by women | X |
He was never thought a catch | Y |
Yet he was never happier | L |
Than when bringing off a match | Y |
He's often been in danger | L |
Caught in nets that foes have spread | Z |
He's even come to life again | O |
When all have called him dead | Z |
Started on the centre | L |
And he's acted on the square | D |
To all parts of the compass | A2 |
He's been bullied everywhere | D |
His aims and his ambitious | A2 |
Were opposed by one and all | R |
And yet he somehow reached his goal | B2 |
That plucky old football | R |
When schooling days were ended | C2 |
I forgot him altogether | L |
And 'midst the dusty years | D2 |
He lay a crumpled lump of leather | L |
Then came the threat'ning voice of War | E2 |
And games had little chance | F2 |
My brother went to do his bit | K |
Out there somewhere in France | F2 |
And when my brother wrote he said | Z |
'Of all a Tommy's joys | G2 |
There's none compares with football | R |
Will you send one for the boys ' | - |
I sent not one but many | H2 |
And my old one with the rest | I2 |
I thought that football's finished now | J2 |
But no he stood the test | I2 |
Behind the lines they kicked him | K2 |
As he'd never been kicked before | E2 |
Till they busted him and sent him back | L2 |
A keepsake of the war | E2 |
My brother lies out there in France | F2 |
Beneath a simple cross | M2 |
And I seem to feel my football knows my grief | N2 |
And shares my loss | M2 |
He tells me of that splendid charge | O2 |
And then my brother's fall | R |
In life he loved our mutual chum | P2 |
That worn out football | R |
Oh you can keep your antique silver | L |
And your statuettes of bronze | B |
Your curios and tapestries so fine | C |
But of all your treasures rare | D |
There is nothing to compare | D |
With that patched up worn out football | R |
Pal o' mine | C |
John Milton Hayes
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