Its starting, right down deep,
say the nails of my toes.
A sort of cat claw itch
that soon enters the feet
'til they get all jingly jangly
then this steel guitar riff
starts to play like blazes
in my thighs and calves,
I want to run,
to face the autumn breeze
in a t-shirt, head straight
into cold-faced winter braced!

Its getting closer each day,
the feeling grows. @#$%&!
I love the start of another season,
the cool mornings,
early darkness and autumn light,
the way it fades like a Picasso,
I feel the heart sort twitching,
eager to get on with it.

Its the stomach tightening,
an eagerness,
a wretchedness also -
Jesus how will the lads start?

But mostly the jingly jangly feeling,
a desire to kick the leather,
to tackle and be tackled,
to see again the great jumper
run out to face a foe.

Its getting close and I cannot wait!


apologises to tommi for lack of Rhyme and to Synbad for lack oif quality
and to BV for being a poem in the first place

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This type of slight is alien in the more cultured part of the world - Walsh. Its up there with mad dogs, Englishmen and the midday sun!

I give you an A+ for effort.

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29 different attributes,
And only 7 that you like;
20 ways to see the world,
Or 20 ways to start a fight.

Dan the man,youve' done it again.10 out of 10.Go to the top of the class.

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All my dangerous friends