Monday, March 14, 2005
Harry Redknapp
Perhaps there was a chance,
Once, that Harry would be more.
Something other than a little colour:
A hideous, charming rascal,
Goosing a strumpet in the background
Of an act of mercy.
His thin stripe of features -
Lying like a thong
Between a divorcée’s
Ageing, sagging buttocks –
Seemed ridiculous compared to the bashful grin
Of his boy.
We were looking for a prince,
In those nervy pre-Beckham days,
And chose prematurely.
A future England sweeper,
Half of a wind-farm power couple;
We sprayed glamour onto them,
Where it sat, indifferent,
Like globules of mercury.
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Perhaps there was a chance,
Once, that Harry would be more.
Something other than a little colour:
A hideous, charming rascal,
Goosing a strumpet in the background
Of an act of mercy.
His thin stripe of features -
Lying like a thong
Between a divorcée’s
Ageing, sagging buttocks –
Seemed ridiculous compared to the bashful grin
Of his boy.
We were looking for a prince,
In those nervy pre-Beckham days,
And chose prematurely.
A future England sweeper,
Half of a wind-farm power couple;
We sprayed glamour onto them,
Where it sat, indifferent,
Like globules of mercury.
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