The following unfinished verse was very recently discovered in the library at Cambridge and is believed to have been penned by Samuel Coleridge in a stupor after attending a particularly exciting sporting event. I am fairly certain that this Coleridge ditty has not yet been studied in AP English:
I am an ancient footballer
Limping on arthroscopic knee Unable now to wage its war All that I am now but good for
Is to tell what this eventide I didst see
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Upon the soccer field of battle todayThe MS Girl Bengals bestrode the pitch at RFK Though behind at half one to nil They remembered the tune of Coach Howard’s drum, fife & drill
* * *
And they fought back upon that grass of emerald
Knowing that winning & losing is but ephemeral
For all that matters as one battles
Under a setting Fall sun
Is how the game is played…
(and that we prevailed 2 to 1).
* Apologies to Coleridge, who was not known to write in idiotic pentameter… You can see more of Coleridge’s actual hand drawn pictures of today’s game at BurkePix.
Hooligans
Frost could not have said it better. Beautiful.