Fatties Football & Fighting
¶ 1
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What is it about fat blokes at football
that makes ’em want to fight
sans shirt on telly
flab wobbling like weebles
giving it ‘large’
like gluttunous jellies
¶ 2
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It’s not pretty it’s not clever
tubs of lard spilling onto the pitch
yelling and jeering
tattooed pans of custard overflowing
what an undignified sight
200 buster bloodvessels bursting
at the seams
¶ 3
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‘Sarf’ London souffles squashed
into tracky pants like a Delia Smith
Scone mix pushed down into a
cake tin two sizes too small
Panting across the West Ham pitch
Sweat larding the turf like Falstaff
¶ 4
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Whilst terrace weight watchers lose points as
Yesterday was a black day.
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