The World Cup Draw 2010
¶ 1
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They say its okay,
It’s a handy oul’ group,
And qualification’s a cinch.
But I reckon we may
Well end up in the soup –
Perhaps finish fourth at a pinch.
¶ 2
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Montenegro – who they?
And Georgia too?
Dark horses we know nowt about.
And Bulgaria, eh?
We could very well rue
Dismissing their sizable clout.
¶ 3
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And then the Azurri,
Just the World Cup winners,
We don’t stand a prayer against them.
They’ll pound us with fury,
Dismissively bin us,
As befits the new crème de la crème.
¶ 4
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But worse, far, far worse,
Worse than any of this,
We’re in for more gut-wrenching pain.
It must be a curse,
An overt Judas kiss,
For we have to face Cyprus again.
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