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Hot Dogs

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 The game begins,
Who’s gonna win?
This side, that side
Or no one wins?
The first goal goes in,
But was it the post,
The crowd wait in suspense,
But yes it was in !
Bleeding noses,
Limping players,
Casualties all round,
Toilet rolls flying,
Fans crying,
Never mind,
Hot dogs are on their way.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/hot-dogs/