Deadline Day

Transfer deadline day makes me think of you.
Late nights drinking in your memory
over news coming through of ridiculously over-priced moves.
Clubs losing their stars like we lost ours,
fans reluctantly told to move on.
But this year things have changed.
They moved the date forward from your birthday
to the middle of August
and made Premier League teams
finalise things before the new year began.
But the lower league lot still have tonight.
So while the big wigs sleep tight,
Swindon will be up all night
toasting a ’keeper they wish they held on to.

© Carl Burkitt 2018

Antisocial

The man got his face tattooed on to his face.
A much older version of his face, though.
He did it as an experiment to see if anyone would notice or say anything.
No-one said a thing.
In fact, no-one even went anywhere near him.
‘London’s so bloody antisocial,’ he thought.

© Carl Burkitt 2018

Man

Michael was a simple man.
But a kind man.
And sometimes a sad man.
But more often an angry man.
And every-now-and-then a funny man.
But also a serious man.
And a silly man.
But sometimes a clever man.
And a stupid man.
But he’d also be a stern man.
And a flexible man.
But sometimes a horrible man.
And a supportive man.
Basically, Michael was a human.

© Carl Burkitt 2018

Lost

Without Tom, Sandra was lost.

Sorry, typo.

Without TomTom, Sandra was lost.

HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA.

But seriously, Sandra was so lost lately. She really had no hope.

© Carl Burkitt 2018