Swansea City, 1976

Swansea City, 1976

Southport didn’t know what hit them

(Although I have the feeling that you may have lost)

The rise and fall got you the Welsh Cup – sitting nicely at division three.

The point is, Nigel,

You had a good run.

You Martyr,

You zebra,

You methylchloroisothiazolinone.

Often looked over.

Now escape me! One day! All gone!

I could have been an acrostic poem!

An acrostic, Nigel.

Instead, I’m here.


Broken phrases.

And some memory about Swansea.

– Scott Sandwich


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