Ode to Geoff Horsefield
¶ 1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Elegy for Horse
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Feed the Horse and he will score..
But not for blues, not any more
Brucie has sold his tactical ploy
Replaced by Forsell and the Argie boy
¶ 3
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Giggs Henri Sol and Becks
Have felt horse buttocks slam into their pecs
Leaving them floundering on premiership decks
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At the end of the game he was the defenders last killer
And his legendary goals crushed, twice, the Villa
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What does he leave us this blue and white God
A stud mark on every premiership sod
And in blues hall of fame
A big heart and a Hod
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