For Joe Kinnear, Keith et al
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When words
Can’t convey what we really mean
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When all the pent up emotion
Is anathema to squeeky clean
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When words
That talk of pride about our tribe
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Just tumble out
In blasphemy and jibe
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When words
Ordered and true
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Are deemed offensive
Or distateful in hue
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When words
Even if they poetically scan
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Cause editors to wince
And regrettably ban
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When words
Such as these, are echoed in the stands
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Why then can’t they make it
Where the interweb and football expands?
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There’s a joke in ‘ere, somewhere
I’m bug-eyed if I can find it, I swear
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