Almost There!
¶ 1
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Our lawn ain’t seen a mower blade
Since that fatefull Moscow night
And the house could do with a coat of paint
In royal blue and white?
¶ 2
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Our winders need a cleaning
The motor needs a splosh
And that gaping hole in the kitchen ceiling
Ain’t been looked at since we lost.
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As next Saturday approaches
All the above will have to wait
As I’m busy checking out times of coaches
To newly promoted teams away.
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The quare one’s gone on holiday
Leaving me with the dog and kids
I could have gone, with her, but my priorities
Lie, welcoming Big Phil to Stamford Bridge.
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Am I looking forward to the coming season?
After a balmy summer without any sun
I am indeed, and me one sole valid reason
Is …. the count down to ecstasy’s begun!
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