Gave it Away

Sporting an Irish name, yet beloved by
Manchester supporters who fancy his
fierce persistence in the box, shorn hair and
take-no-shit quick squat thighs - rare amongst the
new tall strikers like Peter Crouch - Beckham's
gangly target for services/pitches
from set. Drawn like a crisp praying mantis -
fragile, surreal - when Crouch charges all cheer
'cause it seems impossible to function
at 6' 7". And if Rooney's harried
by defenders, what might the twenty-year-
old punk do? Stomp hard cleats on Portuguese
nads and leave Queen and country to dogs' whims.
Might get bought a beer...but minus the cup.

World Cup Sonnet Numero Uno es aqui

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For more poems by McKinney and others
see The Bear Mountain Poetry Club