Restart 08/02/26

Plans

Tomorrow we’ll see the world,

and today we’ll pack our bags.

We’ll check the weather,

and empty our pockets,

for what if it rains?

What if it’s cold?

I haven’t packed gloves,

your boots are all worn,

and we just aren’t prepared.

What about Wednesday,

if tomorrow won’t work?

We’ll order it all,

and wait for it here.

No, today it must be,

you’ll just have to trust

or possibly forgive me.

Out we will go,

come rain or come shine,

for I’ll still be yours,

and you’ll still be mine.

A Fan’s Lament

Why do I follow sports?

It started early,

in bed and bleary.

1-0 before breakfast,

2 before the tea.

I showered it off,

unclean with the failure.

We go again I said.

They raced circles this time,

nobody told our driver,

straight in the wall. 

Onto rugby and muddy cuddling.

We tried, and they got tries,

another bust.

Maybe I don’t like sports,

maybe I’m agnostic? 

All I know is this Saturday,

sport was fucking toxic