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Great Expectations

Dave Ash

Monday, March 24th, 2014

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 It’s football day and Dad wakes me up,
“Come on” he says “let’s win this Cup”.
I open my eyes and Dad’s standing there beaming,
These are the days of which he’s been dreaming .
I get my kit on and get in the car,
Dad keeps calling me his little star.
With one eye on the road and one on the mirror,
He’s giving me advice on being a winner.
We get to the pitch and Dad’s spotted a scout,
Goes over to him and singles me out.
The game is then started by the Referee,
And as usual Dad’s barking orders at me!.
“Get forward, Get back, Get tight, Get wide”,
I just want to run away and hide.
We lost the match it wasn’t our day,
Dad’s shaking his head and walking away.
The coach rubbed my hair and said I played well,
But Dad’s not impressed, you can obviously tell.
Dad didn’t speak all the way home,
So I went to my room and sat there alone.
I’m sorry I cause him so much frustration,
So I’m staying at home next week on my playstation!.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 So come on Mom & Dad just let him enjoy,
Because after all he’s just a Boy.

© finerhymes 10/09/12

Notes

Influenced from watching my son play football and observing other parents.

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A ‘fine rhyme’ indeed and great personal insight to the game at Saturday morning level.

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