A Game of Football
¶ 1
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Not far from Grange road
there is a park and a field
where they play Sunday league
all proper and skilled
¶ 2
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We went for a stroll
me and my Gran
just around the corner
with mothers and prams
¶ 3
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Whilst watching the teams
I blew my tin whistle
the players stopped dead
annoyed and puzzled
¶ 4
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The referee in black
furious and wild
screaming “you bugger
where is that child”
¶ 5
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I tried to look innocent
but ready for a maul
Then Gran said ever so calmly
“Pick on someone your own size
after all, its only a game of football”
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