Official Arsenal Attire          [Part 3 of my Fashion Trilogy]

 

An original poem by Chrome Dome Mike Kimbro

 

Please read along to my Spoken Verse Performance.

 

 

VERSE 1

 

Allow me to share my personal field of dreams,

 

Which could change with the contests and with the teams.

 

I wanna be at home, midfield, and ground level.

 

We're up 3-1 at halftime over the Red Devils,

 

They're down to 10 men thanks to a striker's red card.

 

Yeah, topping that reality would have to be hard.

 

 

VERSE 2

 

But it's OK if you think I've got it all wrong.

 

You'd rather be at Wembley, amongst the Tottenham throng.

 

There you find nirvana in the away fans section,

 

Comforted by the presence of police protection.

 

And the single goal we score is so sublime,

 

Cause we just took the lead in stoppage time.

 

And while all The Gunner faithful stand and cheer,

 

The poor home fans are crying in their beer.

 

But after 3 whistle chirps you begin to perspire.

 

How will you get home in your official Arsenal attire?

 

 

VERSE 3

 

That Hell is hot, is a fact we can't refute.

 

And so heaven might be somewhat chilly.

 

Which is why men are always dressed in a suit,

 

When placed in a casket, surrounded by lilies.

 

 

But the problem I have with men's fashion,

 

Is that it goes through changes almost yearly.

 

So I've chosen a death robe which displays my passion,

 

For the soccer club which I love dearly.

 

Yep, I'm wearing official Arsenal attire.

 

 

VERSE 4

 

Somewhere, up above our heads,

 

Beyond the clouds and the ozone layer,

 

Heavenís out there in the void.

 

 

There I'll meet other folks who are dead.

 

Like my favorite pro soccer players,

 

From the many matches I have enjoyed.

 

 

VERSE 5

 

To insure that such a place is my next stop.

 

I try to avoid the morally abhorrent,

 

With weekly trips to church in my plan.

 

 

I'll be buried in my Arsenal sweat top.

 

Because, in my mind, it's just as important,

 

That our players know that I'm a fan.

 

 

CHORUS

 

The Man Upstairs,

 

Isn't easily impressed.

 

But his stylish gray hair,

 

Stands out on redcurrant the best.

 

When I give up the ghost,

 

And my soul flies away,

 

All the heavenly hosts,

 

Will know right away,

 

Who loved The Gunners most,

 

Both home and away,

 

If my cadaver is correctly dressed.

 

 

VERSE 6

 

In hopes that my loved ones will dress me up fly,

 

Including my cool "Invincibles" away jersey,

 

I've made a detailed account of my wishes.

 

 

So during my stay at the "sweet bye and bye",

 

I'll enjoy the perks once reserved for the clergy,

 

Since my home field was the most glorious of pitches.

 

 

CHORUS

 

The Man Upstairs,

 

Isn't easily impressed.

 

But his stylish gray hair,

 

Stands out on redcurrant the best.

 

When I give up the ghost,

 

And my soul flies away,

 

All the heavenly hosts,

 

Will know right away,

 

Who loved The Gunners most,

 

Both home and away,

 

If my cadaver is correctly dressed.

 

 

CLOSOUT

 

While hell's fire is pouring over,

 

Every other football club's fan base.

 

We Gunners plan to be the guests of honor,

 

At an eternal celestial clambake,

 

Thanks to our official Arsenal attire.

 

 

The End.

 

 

Copyright © Michael Kimbro 2017.  All rights reserved.

 

 

Keywords:  Poems about the Arsenal Football Club of North London, England, Poems about soccer, Sports attire poetry, Odes about football kits.