Fever poetz

At Waitak I wandered

lonely as a cloud

3 men, me and a dog

i.e the usual croud

while over at Kiwitea

were a few hundred more

plus another 10 in the bog.

But down in Welly

near ten thousand folk in yellow

swarmed the Ring of Fire.

So tell me Auckland

What's the score?

What's the fudgein' score?

Wrote this one -

History need not wipe its feet on futures floor

or squeeze it and hug it for all its for

nor should it expect anything in return

just clean the things that he may learn

We are second place in the league.

Perth are first.

We will fix that on Saturday.

Roly Bonevacia.

.

as I viewed the occasional furniture

I had time to ponder

What does it do

The rest of the time

Fudge

Shark

Cod

Auto-correct you've ruined my poem.

I'm a poet and I didnt even realise...

me, we

There once was a boy named Joel

Who was not a gentle soul

He did whack a sack

And now he's having a crack

At scoring the Phoenix goals

My Ode to Taupo Superloo:

Here I sit

Broken hearted

I paid 50 cents

But only farted.

"Issue 13 – the football issue features a selection of football poetry from 1890-2014, mostly by New Zealand poets and mainly focusing on New Zealand football but including English and word football"

My fav has to be Cosimo's effort about the beers in the Fever Zone by William Carlos Williams. Classic fever moment for me.

Is it you or is it me?

Lately I've been lost it seems.
I think a change is what I need.
If I'm looking for a chance or to dream

Ring of Fire...

Taking time to hold my place.
Yesterday's another race
Just living for the times we've seen.
When the writing's on the wall says I'll be

Ring of Fire...

If you want to find a way of searching for another world,
It's hard to see.

Ring of Fire...

Top of the table

It's not a fable

Ernie's the man

I'm just a fan

Rain windy weather

We're in it together

Getting our kicks

Come on you Nix!

Phoenix on top

Beating convicts. Over there

Happy days. One and all.

This Is Just To Say by William Carlos Williams

I have drunk
the beers
that were in
the fever zone

and which
you were probably
saving
for when you got back

Forgive me
they were delicious
so bitter
and so cold

haiku:

Smithy had a rant

Once ages ago, it was neat.

I can't recall why

Doloras is the 

Lia of the forums, which is

mean to both of them.

We wanna we wanna we wanna wee

If you dont stop for us we'll do it on the bus!

Sydney is bling

Gosford & Newcastle nothing

While in Brizzie it never rains but it pours!

Adelaide despairs

Melbourne puts on false airs

While Perf is now behind us (& not only in hours!)

Coz the Nix are tops

And the rest are now the flops

Hey, the League may be theirs but the Title is gonna be ours!

The boy sat at the kitchen table 

picking his nose like mad.

He rolled them up into tight green balls

and flicked them at his dad.

True Poetry 

"Missed again," cried his father,

"Call yourself a good shot!

I'll reward you when you're able

Until then more baked beans is wot you've got."

Dear oh dear moaned Mother

I wish we could all get along

Why do you two ignore me?

Is it because I don't have a ning nong?