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A poem for Snooker World Champion, Mark Williams – Read out on BBC Wales (2018)

A poem from my summer holiday poetry book called ‘The Worst Holiday Ever’

Tipping Point

 Tipping Point’s great for its arcade fun.
I feel like I’m back at the sea-side.
Ben Shephard’s the best host there is barring none.
I cheer when the counters fall flat and don’t ride.
I hope that ten thousand pounds will be won.
Tension and thrills are always supplied.

 
Ben’s kindness and warmth just can’t be outdone.
This is a show I can’t cast aside.
Ben Shephard’s the best host there is barring none.
I cheer when the counters fall flat and don’t ride.
Tipping Point’s great for its arcade fun.
I feel like I’m back at the sea-side.

An Ode To Soccer Saturday

Jeff Stelling
keeps telling
us Hartlepool rule,
whilst Thommo exclaims
there’s only one ‘Pool.

Le Tiss can’t believe
the free-kick that’s been,
whilst Merse wants to curse
the passes he’s seen,

Stelling keeps hoping that
Hartlepool score,
whilst Charlie and Merse
want an Emirates roar.

Will the Kop cheer?
Will a beach ball appear?
Are the Saints marching on?
The time’s nearly gone.

‘There’s been a red card.
The ref got it wrong?’
But will Chris Kamara
know what’s going on?

Charlie can hardly
be heard through the noise,
as there is a shout of  ‘Goal’
from the boys.

Drama, excitement,
nails being bitten.
Fans getting nervous all
across Britain.

Football’s not football
without shouting reports.
Saturday’s not Saturday without
the lads from Sky Sports.

 

 

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