Posh Spouse
¶ 1
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Me, I’d be dying of embarrassment
If I were on the receiving end of all that harassment
Coins flung onto his head
(not by his father Ted)
Down at Maine Road
Where the crowd did explode
Just because he scored a goal
All on his tod, no help from Andy Cole
¶ 2
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On the receiving end of so much abuse
From twisted minds so obtuse
The only way to reply, is by scoring goals spectacular
Rather than resorting to his cockney roots vernacular
And that is exactly what he did
When for ‘Goal of the Month’ he did bid
And so grinneth Mr Beckham
With his own special way of expressing “feck’em”!
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