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A True Blue Confession!

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 ”Father this is my first confession
I’m not quite ready for it yet
We’re playing Spurs away on Saturday
How many goals d’yer think we’ll get?

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 ‘My son I admire your chutzpah*
Asking me to predict the score
Then you’ll have a massive bet on it
Which you know’s against the law’

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 ‘Anyway my son whats the odds
For a win at White Hart Lane
Get me a pony on the nose*
At best odds that you obtain’

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 ‘But Father 2 to 1 is all there is about
We need to get some readies on
If we’re to have a shout’

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 ‘Father how about the collection
Put it all on a win?
If you pray for Defoe to break his toe
Maybe we’ll make a killing’!

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 ‘What did you come here for my son
To pray or land a gamble?
Its Blues to win and no more talk of sin
So cut this betting preamble’

7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 ‘My son, at White Hart Lane
Spurs always wane
So its on Blues
Who you should gamble’!

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Notes

*chutzpah Yiddish for cheek or sheer effrontery!

*pony cockney slang for twenty five!

peace.

kev.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/a-true-blue-confession/