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Three Ring Circus

Number 7

Saturday, May 22nd, 2004

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Roll up Roll Up Roll up
We have tickets to spare
And what clowns we have
Guaranteed to make you smile
Unless you’re a “true red”
Give up the days of Shankly
And Paisley and Fagan
Forget Dalglish (“he’s had it”)
We have a vacancy
For a ring master
Anyone can apply
Dont need a CV
Dont need a vision
Maybe a miracle or two
But we can negotiate on that…

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Money talks
Yeah well memories are fine
But we need to sell shirts
In exotic sounding places
“Yer mean like Kirkby, Birkenhead
Speke, Rock Ferry, Bootle?”

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 “No son, Ko Phi Phi, Surin, Mae Sai, Hua Hin”

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 “Christ, what would Shanks say?”

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 “Excuse me son, who’s Shanks?”.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/three-ring-circus/