The first game has started, I wish it were the last <br />coz Ive never seen my partner flee down the stairs so fast <br />With a can of beer in one hand, footy guide in the other <br />For four weeks hes gonna live his life like a housemate on Big Brother <br />So on the interent I go to chat to my poet mates <br />'Im sorry theres no-one on line theyve all got prior dates! ' <br />'The printer is jammed', I say to him 'It wont print off my rhyme' <br />'Im sorry pet you'll have to wait til the footy's gone half time! ' <br />The dishes are piling up and theres not a scrap for dinner <br />My supermarket visit is dependant on the winner <br />'We'll have to have take-away', he says ' I aint got time to cook' <br />cause when the bloody footballs on no-one gets a second look <br />And as for hanky panky, I may as well give up <br />cause whats more important to a man, Sex or The World Cup!<br /><br />Lisa Cresswell Wilkinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/world-cup-widows-fun/
