Back to the boring blandness

“It was fun while it lasted”

A poem, by Rory:

And so the World Cup is over.

Flags hang limp, where once they billowed.

Merchandise tumbles from shelves; replaced by barbecues and paddling pools.

At least one tattoo is seriously regretted.

All participants return to their parent clubs.

The winners travel with a hangover.

The losers carry the extra baggage of defeat.

Kane has a Golden Boot for company.

Memories dim, moods fade into former states, smiles falter.

The cheery ‘mornings’ give way to grumbled ‘alrights?’

We return to where we were.

Grumpy Pessimist Bollocksville.

RC 16-7-18