There was a time
We played touch
Football on the road
Motorists were patient
Stopped right behind
The hut hut
Watched the play
Clapped or honked
For a finesse
Or good manoevre.
Secretly had favourites.
High school ball
Not too far off.
But now the drivers
Have no time
No civility
Self- important schmucks
Entitled, haven’t got a
Nano second to spare
To watch our flair.
Despair of that.
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