The Shot

It happened when I was playing a game with friends,
While taking a break,
I decided to mess with the football,
I flicked it up,
And took, what was supposed to be
A pot shot.
I hit it firmly with my instep
And was left in awe
As it sailed majestically through the air
And into the basketball hoop!
I grinned cheekily,
And raised my hand in triumph,
Knowing full well it was a fluke!

(this took place in Trinity Sports and Leisure, presumably during P.E. with classmates from Grange Community College; possibly my greatest sporting triumph)

The Tricycle, the Bee and my Knee

I am an innocent six year old,
Laughing and playing,
Without a care in the world,
Just enjoying life.

I am staying in my granny's house,
She spoils me rotten,
She always gives me money and sweets,
How lucky am I!?

I decide to go out to the back garden,
As I want to cycle my tricycle,
But as I cycle along the path,
I fall over and into the grass.

It's quite funny at first,
The sun is shining and the weather is warm,
But I suddenly feel this pain in my knee,
I look down and see a black and yellow bee.

The bee had stung me!
The pain was incredible,
Like a burning sensation in my knee,
But my granny comes to my rescue.

She rubs a special cream on the sting,
Tears roll down my eyes,
But then she promises me a brand new toy,
For being such a brave little boy!

I look up at her with joy,
My tears begin to disappear,
They are replaced instead by a large grin,
Which got even larger when I got my new toy!

The Chronicles of an Ordinary Man Who Led an Extraordinary Life

When he was born,
His parents named him John,
They had no hopes for their son,
To them he was as good as gone.

He had an older brother,
Who was his best friend,
But a tragic accident,
Would bring their friendship to an end.

His father would blame John,
Indeed he would come to loath him,
And he cursed the heavans,
Believing God to have robbed him.

This upset John greatly,
So he turned to music,
To calm his angry soul,
To sooth him.

John got himself a guitar,
And also joined the army,
He proposed to his girl,
She thought he was crazy.

Their relationship was tough,
They had problems paying the rent,
John couldn't sell a thing,
In their bills, he couldn't make a dent.

It was then, at his lowest ebb,
When walking down the street one day,
That he saw a building,
That made his heart jump with joy.

He formed a band,
And they auditioned,
The owner wasn't impressed,
To him it was repitition.

Then John had an idea,
And he played his own song,
The owners eyes brightened,
His first impression was wrong.

John and his band toured the country,
But his relationship continued to suffer,
When he met a woman on the tour,
Who happened to be a real looker.

She had flowing hair,
And a warm gaze,
Her name was June,
John was completely dazed.

Then the pressures of touring,
Began to take their toll,
And John turned to drugs,
To lift him from this depressing hole.

Yet things continued to get worse,
His relationship at home was destroyed,
June wanted nothing to do with him,
It was as if his world was hit by an asteroid.

And John remained on the drugs,
Not realising his problem;
It took a near death experience,
To make him realise he needed a solution.

Then John began to turn his life around,
He and June went back touring,
And they recorded a new album,
Everything was going smoothly.

Yet John was not content,
He had a deep desire burning inside of him,
At the bottom of his heart,
And he asked June to marry him.

At first she refused his advances,
But it seemed to be destiny,
And she said yes,
In front of an entire assembly.

John led an extraordinary life,
He had millions of fans,
And a beautiful wife,
But it should never be forgotten...

That he was an ordinary man,
Who achieved extraordinary things.

I Miss You

It's hard to believe
That it has been over five years now
Since you left us.
I remember that as a child,
I always saw you as the big man:
Tall, proud and unwavering.
I never imagined you would leave before me;
I understand now your reason for this departure,
But I don't agree with it,
And I never will.

It's a big day tomorrow,
You will miss the conformation.
Well, I say you will miss it,
No doubt though you will be there in spirit -
You wouldn't miss something of this magnitude,
But spirit isn't the same for me.
I miss the way you would ruffle my hair when you saw me;
I miss our handshake;
I miss watching the Celtic games with you;
I miss kicking a ball around with you in the park...

I miss you,
I wish you would come back to us.
You will never be forgotten,
Big Man.

The Battle of the Plain of Glass

I stand there,
Waiting,
In the bitter cold,
Ready to do battle,
On a field of glass.

The general comes,
The battle commences,
But his tactics are awry,
They hinder our progress,
We become penned back.

We cannot get out,
We are trapped,
Surrounded by the enemy,
Any attempt at forward movement,
Only damages our chances further.

The ball falls at my feet,
The enemy closes in,
I do the only I can do,
I hit it as hard as I can,
It sails behind enemy lines.

I caught it sweetly,
It bends and swerves in the wind,
Before landing in the opposition goal,
Yet the general shouts angrily,
What are you doing?!

I raise my hand in triumph,
The hand that had been bloodied by battle,
But the general refuses to acknowledge my feat,
Saying, instead, that I had broken his rules,
To which my reply is, do you wish us to lose?

He gives me a look of sheer loathing,
I return it with a smirk,
For I know I am right,
If we listen to the general we lose,
If we ignore him, we win.

It's that simple.