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The Football Match
Author Unknown


O wild kaleidoscopic panorama of jaculatory arms and legs. 
The twisting, twining, turning, tussling, throwing, thrusting, throttling, tugging, thumping, the tightening thews. 
The tearing of tangled trousers, the jut of giant calves protuberant. 
The wriggleness, the wormlike, snaky movement and life of it; 
The insertion of strong men in the mud, the wallowing, the stamping with thick shoes; 
The rowdyism, and élan, the slugging and scraping, the cowboy Homeric ferocity. 
(Ah, well kicked, red legs! Hit her up, you muddy little hero, you!) 
The bleeding noses, the shins, the knuckles abraded: 
That’s the way to make men! Go it, you border ruffians, I like ye.

This poem is in the public domain.

The author of this poem in unknown. It first appeared in a collection of Canadian poetry in the late 1800s.

Post New Comment:
In this day unnecessary roughness flags and interminable review, it's refreshing to be reminded of the 'The rowdyism, and élan, the slugging and scraping, the cowboy Homeric ferocity' that lies just under the surface of organized sport.
Posted 09/25/2011 10:00 AM
nancy scott:
And it goes on for three more stanzas. Now I really do need that cold beer!
Posted 09/25/2011 07:53 AM

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