For Those Fans Who Lost Their Shirts!
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Brass monkeys was the favourite*
Or taters in the mould
Only football fans venture out in it
When it’s blimmin freezing cold.
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Wrapped up our sleeping bags
Us well prepared get set
As yer better half insists yer mad
Insanely stood, and cheering out in that.
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Snug in front of the telly
Later with Horlicks and the dog
These two blokes flash their bellys
Sat au natural with out tops.
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As Adrian points the finger
Towards who ate the pies
I watched aghast in utter disbelief
At the size, of these two gargantuan guys.
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One bloke decked in Chelsea tats
And t’other? Genuine Geordie lard
Who rippled from his stomach back up to the neck
And badly needs a bra.
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I know I’ve seen some sights at Stamford Bridge
But this pair trump the lot,
Cheering loud au natural, and half naked like old Iggy*
Sans a football top!
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