I think about Freddie Flintoff
being told off by his parents.
They call him Andrew.
They tell him to stop staining his white trousers.
They tell him to get his feet off the sofa.
They tell him to read a book if he’s bored.
They tell him he can have fizzy pop
once he’s eaten his vegetables.
They drive him to training the next day,
make sure he has his ham sandwiches
and wonder where he got his shoulders.

© Carl Burkitt 2021