A Pupil Explains The Game !

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Teacher : Pray tell me young man what are your plans?
Pupil : In all honesty sir to follow the Spurs
T : What doth thou mean, are they the best team?
P : Not quite the best team, but team of my dreams
T : Team of thou dreams? Who else hast thou seen ?
P : When you’ve been bitten by the bug sir
No other team will do
Some say that I’m a mug sir
I’ll leave that up to you
The feeling that I get sir
Is quite hard to describe
When team take to the field sir
I feel that I’m alive
Elations what I get sir
As the partizan crowd roar
Some weeks its to the sky sir
Other weeks the floor
The game is the be all sir
In parts of woe and joy
Football is my call sir
It has been since a boy
I will not row your boat sir
Or bowl your cricket ball
Rugby biles my throat sir
As football is my all !

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 I hope I’ve answered all your questions sir
Now may I make a suggestion ?
Grab yer hat and grab yer coat
We’ve gotta beat the traffic congestion
My comments may be impertinent
A trifle trite perhaps
But we’ll have to get our blimmin skates on
If we’re gonna catch the match !




Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/a-pupil-explains-the-game/