Free Trials and Tribulations
¶ 1
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Though it pains me to say
I relived every kick
Fraught, wound up, drained
Chewed my nails to the quick.
¶ 2
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I aimed such abuse at the small screen
That her ‘cross the way phoned us up
“Was there really the need for Kev screaming
As Tiger was making that putt?”.
¶ 3
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The Open, Tiger Woods had sent me do lally?
Get away, not a chance, do be brief
We’ve a thirty day free trail with Chelsea TV
Just showed our exit from the Champions League.
¶ 4
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Our daughter’s to blame for my watching this game
It was her flung the fat on the fire
Sitting there smiling as Iniesta’s strike flies in
Re-igniting her poor fathers ire.
¶ 5
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“Why did you agree, to having that free trial
This had better be good, where’s your reason?”
“Aw dad don’t be silly” she says with a smile
“You’ll go Cold Turkey in a boring close season!”
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