work may take over my life today. in the meantime, enjoy this poem i wrote back in april 1999, which first appeared on blogspot last may.
A TALE OF A (WHINY) FOOTBALL WIFE
Life’s indeed wonderful
I’m married to the most popular footballer of the land
- if not the world
with two lovely kids in tow
Yeah, I’m really proud of him
he’s got *loadsa* medals and adored by millions
Though I can’t say the same
about those screaming females
Then one day a scout from
a famous foreign club
came up and offer him to join them -
200 million pounds per week!
Life’s tolerable when we first arrived
it’s not easy living in a foreign land
The food, the weather, strange customs…
…I don’t speak the language
I pleaded my husband to go home
He talked of contracts
that I don’t quite understand
Really
He’s wanted everywhere
It’s time to go home I told him
He decided to return
for the sake of our children – and me of course
breanagh mctavish © 1999
disclaimer: i am not a football wife. nor formerly associated with a footballer of some sort. if you's think this poem is really apt and spot-on, it’s because of those moaning bunch of football bint's we have had read about in the news. notwithstanding, that football bint depicted does resemble victoria beckham, innit?
shudder. i meant as if i could have known back then!
as enscribed by the letter b @ May 11, 2004 05:54 AM