A Pocketful Of Goals
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We have played our first game
I scored from the half way line,
Beaten though it is such a pain
But practise makes perfect we’ll be fine.
¶ 2
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Our goalie was awful she couldn’t catch
The opposition were excellent too strong for me,
I really wish I’d never agreed to play this match
I wanna be at home with egg and chips for tea!
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Moaning when our goalie breaks a fingernail
At half-time its seventeen-nil,
Continue like this we are sure to fail
But I carry on I’m in for the kill.
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