Late, Late show.
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Now I know it was late when I got home
But I still felt rather shocked
The curtains drawn, the lights were out
And every door was locked.
I threw gravel at the upstairs window
To attract the wife’s attention
“Where YOU been!”, she screamed at me
Plus some words that I wont mention.
The game went into extra time I said
And seventeen penaltie after that
Now I regret I ever went
We are not even in the hat.
So on the long walk home from the game
I came up with this little notion
I thought I’d put my thoughts in verse
A sort of ‘Poetry in motion’
The clocks now showing Two a.m.
And at Five a.m., I’m up
A total waste of money…
….How I hate the Carling Cup.
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