Keenness

I have invented football. What a sport!
We kick each other in the testicles,
Consume too much deep-fried comestibles,
Drink endless lagers, till we heave and snort.
Exhausted players on the tennis court
End up in overcrowded hospitals,
Where they get treated just like animals.
Stay home, and fill a snifter with white port.

I have invented sonnets. Poetry
Existed, but it had no proper form,
No keenness of expression, and the norm
Was babble, nothing more than history
Without a soul. Now everything is free,
Sin conquered, and my wife's feet have grown warm.