Alone in a crowd of billions

Posted by on Jun 14, 2010 in Poetic Leanings | 4 comments

On the first night of worldcupmas

My true love brought to me

You Uruguayans, trumpets ablaming, Evra’s an ostrich, not just, aujourd’hui.

On the second night of worldcupmas

My true love brought to me

A Scouser scoring, Green Green spillage, soccer-a-partying yonder in a  starry striped tree.

On the third night of worldcupmas

My true love brought to me

Four German goals, a fine Aussie drubbing and a cat-tish Cahill decree.

On the fourth night of worldcupmas

My true love brought to me

Hail snow and sunshine, Cape Town’s performing, Paraguayans  raining on an Italian jamboree.

And then I looked up from a smoky screen and thought how nice it would be were  someone watching with me.

  • http://www.azadessa.com Azad

    this was really fun! this was a childhoooood classic :)

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  • http://thenooj.blogspot.com Nooj

    I think this is one of the most aha moments of my adult life
    Where I realise my true love really is my home country
    Where the rest of South Africa watches with me with faint interest in the skill and art of football and great investment in our pride
    In sport as a rainbow of excited expectation, seeing as we just DID, maybe we CAN!

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  • http://killa.co.za KiLLa

    Class !! (like zee Germans)

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  • http://aasia.co.za Aasia

    Kay Yay! Awesome stuff :)

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