Sunday Morning Blues (sic)!
¶ 1
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Holy Ghost jumps in the air*
As Rosy Lee brews up*
‘Sundays’ spread out on the chair
Predict our chase is cut.
¶ 2
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I haven’t seen a game this term
So I’d rather hold my tongue
Inspecting buys is how one learns
If honours will be won.
¶ 3
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I’ve digressed from where I started
When I set out on this rhyme
Indeed I’m feeling somewhat thwarted
I missed a moment etched in time.
¶ 4
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I was in the wilds of Gloustershire, and sighting
Jangling Morris Dancers by the score
When Fulham Road raptured delighting
A beaming John Obi Mikel – as he broke his duck and scored!
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