Flowing Moves - The Poetry Of Ipswich Town, No.4
Written by The_Flashing_Smile on Friday, 5th Sep 2025 15:37

I'm not sure why this one came out like this. I think some of you calling for a different rhyme scheme got into my brain, but this stream of consciousness came to me upon waking this morning. Sometimes I just tune in, and it all drops out. It's best not to ask questions.

Two By Two

(Ipswich 2:2 Derby, 30/08/2025)

Derby came to park the bus.
Hurrah! Hurrah!
And managed it, with little fuss.
Bizarre! Bizarre!
The ref refused a blatant pen
on Hirst - oh how we laughed again
at our inability
to ever win a game.

The Town, they played some flowing moves,
so choreographed.
They flashed their bits, in fits and grooves,
one half (don’t laugh).
The Derby players went to ground.
The seagulls seemed to laugh aloud
at our inability
to ever win a game.

Thirteen minutes added, then.
Bizarre! Bizarre!
A late push, rush, a pen.
Hurrah! Hurrah!
Clarke, sparked, despatched it well.
It didn’t quite mask the smell
at our inability
to ever win a game.

The goals they went in two by two.
Hurrah! Hurrah!
A point a least, but two dropped
and no cigar.
We need someone with twinkle toes,
not shots that hit the furthest rows
to beat our inability
to ever win a game.

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