Unofficial November Poem of the Month

There's a proper Poetry poem on the official website - called "November". For those of a football disposition, here's an unofficial one. I was at Ipswich on Saturday watching my team get swept away by a brilliant attacking force for whom nothing went wrong all day. It would have been enjoyable if it wasn't for the suicidal gloom squeezing me by the throat. I blame Fontaine and his silly bet with the manager (as referenced in this snippet published in the Bristol Evening Post)

A Great Match (Wolves 1 City 1)

A match of two
Fast and furious halves:
Fontaine's goal
McIndoe's pass;
A cheeky grin
On two photographs:
Gareth Calway's face;
Gary Johnson's .... ?

(Answers on the other side of a postage stamp)

But was that fuss-making point at Wolves worth losing the next six for?

The Bottom Line
Everybody’s talking about anatomy,
psychology,
constabulary,
obscene gestures committee,
will he,
won’t he,
Show us all his ass?

All Gary’s saying
Is watch us, we’re class.

(Or we were until everyone took their eye off the ball and started looking at Burton’s window)