A Smart Alec Latecomer.
¶ 1
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A wandering sheep he’ll saunter in
Ticket tight in hand.
The whistle goes, the catalyst
That ignites opposing fans.
¶ 2
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“Oi mate! Yeah you, try sitting down
Wiv you standing, we can’t see
Stead of waltzing round like you own the ground
Try getting here for three?”
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“Yeah, and if you turn up late for the theatre
They won’t let you in, once it starts”
“I know that dear chap, I wish they would here
There’s a comedy of errors playing out on the park!”
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