After a busy morning, I decided that I didn’t have the time to write a poem today. However, while listening to Sean Moncrieff on Newstalk in Ireland, he issued a challenge to write a limerick about Tony Cascarino. I couldn’t refuse. I wrote one and sent it in but Sean happily told the audience that all of the entries were rubbish. I steeled myself, and wrote one more. It is probably still rubbish, but I figured it would do as my poem of the day.
There was a footy legend, Cascarino,
After training, he enjoyed a large glass of vino.
On the pitch he was a joker,
Now he’s moved on to poker,
He gets his kicks fleecing mugs in the casino.
I doubt it will win any competition, but there we go.
After my last blog post caused a degree of discussion, some excellent contributions (and occasional moronic “You are trying to starve my children in the pursuit of attention” rants amid stunning hypocrisy), I have decided to tackle today’s headline subject of equal opportunities and sexism with a hard hitting poem.