Poems About Sports by Top Critiquers

on its arrival in Qatar

Never liked sport much.
The hue and cry reminds me of
when gran would ask
to play board games with me
as well as my sibling,
and on being refused would say
‘you don’t like effort, do you, eh?’

But really I’m not sure that effort justifies
communal games of skill and chance.
Don’t get me wrong,
I take no moral stance.
My own pursuits are just as vacuous,
I’m sure. But even if I liked effort
I can’t imagine caring for
the spectacle of old FA lizards
giving sops to queers and...

She got into the ring.
Someone accused her of humping her partners.
She stood there totally shocked.