Champions’ League Final
Madrid flares, but they sleep.
The Brownie in the Planetarium beside stuffed animals,
the Crazy Bones in the wrong bed with Charlie and Lola.
The Cat, that I work for, on the idle boiler – doh!
The Dog, with his teeth sheathed, on worn leather and
the Guv’nor, sun-blasted and Pinot Noired out,
tired from hanging off the scaffold all day.
He turned it on: Inter &…
but only Jose and I are watching.
Calm down he gesticulates
And the house will wake for the last minute and say –
What a cracking match!