Sunday League Strolls

Donk, bosh, dink.
Docklands on the brink.
No time to think.
About the opposition.
In piggy pink.

An historic battle on the docks.
Goalie with the wrong socks.
Mus with no locks.
Skills like a wiley fox.

A lot of pushing and sliding.
Across the turf they were gliding.
No one was providing.
The Quays defence was subsiding.

A top of the table clash.
Mr Crow surveys the trash.
The action slap dash.
Through the puddles they did splash.

2 nil the final score.
It was far from a bore.
The fans left wanting more.
Sunday league strolls we adore.