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I re-arranged my china. England failed
While I was doing that. The team was young
As we’d been told ad nauseam. They paled
To losers, though. I placed old cups among
The others on a shelf as England’s team
Lost. No, I wasn’t watching England’s game
Against Croatia. I was noting gleam
Of gilding on imari with the name
Of Royal Crown Derby. England has won
In more important ways than stupid sports,
With prettinesses, like a painting nun
Might leave, much prettier than spoiled courts
In England or in France. Who cares about
That match, I think, as England starts to pout?