The flat’s clean for the weekend.
The washer’s finished a load.
Arsenal’s playing at home today.
Reds are everywhere, so I’m told.
Shovelling through web pages,
For something obscure and bright,
Sterile white plains of boredom
Reek of the numbing trite.
I’ll look up yesterday’s heroes.
Pete’s had a breakfast of chips.
Chali 2na’s just painting art.
Liam’s having another Twitter fit.
The lost seagulls of Highbury
Circle the crumbs of Skips.
We wait for the match to start
after the warm-up hits.