Saturday Morning Missive.
¶ 1
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Oi! Andy lad here
Them boys from Ikea land
Thought they’d be winning that tie
Well you really showed them
Your a pony tailed Trojan
When you flat-packed their bleeding backsides!
¶ 2
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Oi! Theo geez here
It’s blatantly clear
You ain’t got a clue how you scored
Your face said it all
After watching the ball
Loop up and down, before putting two all on the board.
¶ 3
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Oi! Danny son here
What about that Ibrahimovic geezer
Strutting around like a peacock
Well he ain’t quite so cocky
With no points in his jockeys
Having twice been in front and then lost.
¶ 4
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Well Mr Hogdson
We progress and move on
Ukraine are coming up next
The lads must feel kind of cool
Being guided by you
When expectations are…no one expects?
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