 Between The Lines, The Irreverent Poetry Of Ipswich Town. No.37 - I Don’t Want To Write This Poem
Written by The_Flashing_Smile on Thursday, 12th Mar 2026 12:59
Well I was angry. And speechless. And then I calmed down. Terrible defending at the end of the first half saw two conceded. Then a stirring second-half comeback to go 3-2 up - were we finally to get that ‘win from behind’?
Nope. Another last minute dodgy decision around the penalty spot.
Two games in a row, at the cost of four crucial points. Work was quiet so I wrote this during office hours, before last night’s shock home defeat for Boro against Charlton. Which has cheered me up a lot more than when the poem spilled out. I genuinely didn’t feel like writing anything. But I set myself this challenge. And I owe it to you, my reader. The show must go on! Stoke City 3:3 Ipswich Town, 10/03/2026
I Don’t Want To Write This Poem I don’t want to write this poem.
All words feel stale, I’m emotionally frail.
I’ve been through a wringer with a sting in the tail.
I could bash out some words, or a final nail,
but I don’t want to write this poem. I don’t want to write this poem.
I don’t wanna rake over every mistake,
the shaky defending or the ending of heartbreak.
For luck’s sake, don’t make me, can I comfort-eat cake?
‘cause I don’t want to write this poem. I don’t want to write this poem.
I might cry or laugh at the last ten of the first half,
daft decisions, fore and aft.
The lapse, the crap gaps so vast there’s a draught.
So no I don’t want to write this poem. I don’t want to write this poem.
From 2-0 down to leading 3-2.
Wes smacked, Jack cracked and Geroge slipped through,
playing like they’re special, not on Special Brew, YOU…
want that as the end of this poem. I don’t want to write this poem.
The comeback win was on, was a thing,
but it saw me grin and got in the bin.
My patience, on rations, now painfully thin.
So I don’t want to write this poem. I don’t want to write this poem.
I was choked up, broke, then briefly Stoked
before the ref got in on a worn-thin joke
at The Potters, like my downfall plotters, happiness revoked.
So I’m not gonna write this poem.
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StowTractor added 17:31 - Mar 12
I didnt want to read this poem either, or rather I only wanted to read the 4th verse. But I forced myself to read till the end. If you can bring yourself to write it I'm going to read it.
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