Dear Mr A & Mr K… The Un-Special One Applies
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dear mister a and mister k
excuse the lower case
allow me to present myself
until we’re face to face
when all around are turning down
the vacant job in hand
I offer my credentials here
and boldly make my stand
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they call me ‘the un-special one’
I’m mister ord’nary
they call me lots of other things
I just love poetry
I’ve never managed anyone
except an Irish band
but I’ve looked after football poems
it’s over ten thousand
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I’ve done a lot of other stuff
connected with the game
I’ve been a fan for fifty years
through thick and thin the same
I grew up really near the ground
when greavesie was the star
we never won a lot back then
but still I travelled far
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I made it to the dizzy heights
of playing for my school
I think I kind of understand
that crazy off-side rule
I’ve never ever been a coach
but I can drive a car
and I believe I’ve got the vibe
to take this outfit far
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I’m not your res’dent football poet
I live too far away
but if you made me manager
I’d get there come what may
I’ve been called “chelsea’s laureate”
in your club magazine
my words have graced your programme
and hit the silver screen
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the media think I’m very weird
but passion is my name
the one thing that my words can bring
is poetry to the game
I’ve churned out football stories
I’ve made a grown cat cry
I’ve had them call me ‘mister fluff’
and never wondered why
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I’m not ashamed to go by train
I’d even use a ball
you’d find me quite unusual
and slightly off the wall
I’ve poemed in the house of lords
I’ve rapped at the f.a
in porto’s schools I did my stuff
and loved it ev’ry day
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in berlin in the summer last
I asked them ..”what’s the fuss –
about the world cup anyway?”
they called me ‘poems r’ us’
I’ve worn darth vader masks on-stage
from hull to glastonb’ry
I worked with hooligans in jail
and helped their words come free
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so mister a and mister k
the cvs in the post
I’ll come and do a power point
on what inspires me most
it’s not just hosts of daffodils
nor sunlght on the pitch
it’s not just floodlit moon-lit nights –
it’s getting flipping rich!
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