Poetry

Alloa Athletic

At Recreation Park the orange and black unfold, A swarm of Wasps that hum beneath the Clyde’s soft sigh. The terraces echo with loyal, hearty bold, Where every chant is woven from the

Scoop

Scoop In the kitchen’s hush, a silver spoon glides through vanilla clouds, a sweet, cool scoop— each mound a tiny sunrise, soft and bright, melting on the tongue like morning light. Down the bustling street,

Caernarfon Town

In Caernarfon’s ancient heart, where stone meets sea, The castle walls stand guard, a watch of history, Grey turrets pierce the mist, a silent choir, Guarding the tides that kiss the Menai Strait’s

Acute

Acute In the hush of morning light, an acute angle slices the sky— sharp as a newly‑sharpened nib, carving thin lines of geometry across the parchment of clouds. It is the acute

Bradford City

Beneath the Pennine sky, where mills once roared, A claret‑and‑amber flame still burns unscored. Bradford City, the Bantams, stand proud and true, Their heartbeat echoing through Valley Parade’s hue. From the cobbled

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