ramblings and things
1,299,433 poems read
AC/DC
He's there every match following his dream;
Maybe next season a Premier League team?
They sit next to each other in the Public Stands
With a discrete little nod and shaking of hands.
One follows the other out to the car park
From the flood lit stadium to the gathering dark.
A seedy little room for something special as this,
Their first special embrace and reunion Kiss.
Not quite Hetero not quite gay,
They make love in their own way.
Time passes quickly and it's back to other lives
Each with their families, children and wives.
A last fond embrace a last clasping of hands
Until the next home match and the football stands.
(for 2 friends who live this)
Maybe next season a Premier League team?
They sit next to each other in the Public Stands
With a discrete little nod and shaking of hands.
One follows the other out to the car park
From the flood lit stadium to the gathering dark.
A seedy little room for something special as this,
Their first special embrace and reunion Kiss.
Not quite Hetero not quite gay,
They make love in their own way.
Time passes quickly and it's back to other lives
Each with their families, children and wives.
A last fond embrace a last clasping of hands
Until the next home match and the football stands.
(for 2 friends who live this)
Comment On This Poem --- Vote for this poem
AC/DC
AC/DC