A Compromise?

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Young Raymond put your hand out
I’ll put you back in line
Six strong strokes of these cane here
Will soon sort out yer kind!

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Sorry sister no can do
You’ll not thrash me again
I’m nine years old and innocent
So sod you and yer cane!

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 I’m telling you young Raymond
If ye don’t put out yer hand
I’ll make you miss the cup tie
You won’t play you’ll be banned!

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 Okay sister feignlights
Which hand did yer say?
Be sure to take it easy
Cos I’m in goal okay!



Almost a true story I did miss a game or two for being “with the devil in me and so bold” as the nuns would say.

I also had a lot of run-ins with the fine Sister Claire, bless her soul.

But hey, I was a young fella and I thought I knew it all, she, the lovely woman soon put me right on that score!

There is nothing more of a punishment than to see all yer classmates getting the coach to go and play in the match and although you were picked to play, because of yer bad behaviour you were grounded!

Ah well, never done me any harm and still to this day me and me mates talk of the nuns fondly!



Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/a-compromise/