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A Disappointed Sunderland Manager Vents Spleen

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 There was an old fella called Quinn
who used to knock every ball in.
Said P. Ried “Look Niall
you’re in goal denial.
and your feet appear made of tin?”

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 “And Phillips if anything’s worse,”
Reid continued in his fluid verse.
“so Kevin come on,
score us just one
or I’ll send your corpse home in a hearse.”

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Notes

Since these limericks are supposedly spoken in Peter Reid’s voice
I ask the readers to kindly imagine the torrent of vitriol and general vocal unpleasentness that should, were this not a family website, be in place in the body of the text. Indeed, I would have attempted to place them there, only one runs out of space in limericks very quickly trying to swear too comprehensively. Never mind.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/a-disappointed-sunderland-manager-vents-spleen/