The first game has started, I wish it were the last
coz Ive never seen my partner flee down the stairs so fast
With a can of beer in one hand, footy guide in the other
For four weeks hes gonna live his life like a housemate on Big Brother
So on the interent I go to chat to my poet mates
'Im sorry theres no-one on line theyve all got prior dates! '
'The printer is jammed', I say to him 'It wont print off my rhyme'
'Im sorry pet you'll have to wait til the footy's gone half time! '
The dishes are piling up and theres not a scrap for dinner
My supermarket visit is dependant on the winner
'We'll have to have take-away', he says ' I aint got time to cook'
cause when the bloody footballs on no-one gets a second look
And as for hanky panky, I may as well give up
cause whats more important to a man, Sex or The World Cup!

Lisa Cresswell Wilkinson

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/world-cup-widows-fun/