What an honour, to be invited, to dine and whine, at the bounteous banquet, that is the Football Poets table.
The cuisine, catering as it does, for all tastes : cheesy, salty, peppered with puns, sweet and sour, hot and spicy.
I’ve feasted here for the last two years, now it’s time for me to turn chef.
I hope to occasionally serve up, a tasty dish or two
Its up to you, to decide
Whether it’s a dogs dinner, or nutritious vindaloo
And if it gets up your nose, well, rather than deride
Could we propose, that with a little prose
You might add some champagne
To our Poetic Football campaign?