You Heard It Here First!
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T’was a cold one, last night in West London
As we walked from the ground to the tube
We chatted to him with the tache from the tellly
Though just now, his top lip’s kinda smooth
¶ 2
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“What did you think of the Graham Poll show”?
I asked him this question in jest
He smiled, shrugged his shoulders
Like most of us there, he seemed totally bemused, unimpressed
¶ 3
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“An egomanaic, who had lost all control
Of the match” I said in a voice laced with ire
He smiled as he offered us solace of sorts
“There’s a rumour he’s about to retire”
¶ 4
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Shout it out high from the rooftops
Print it in all programme notes
That Graham Poll is getting the chop
Or about to retire, whatever, just get rid of that joke!
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