An ode to the muse
¶ 1
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To all the girls I’ve ever loved before –
I’m afraid t’would be too short a ditty;
To all the jokes I’ve ever uttered –
Not enough of them were witty
¶ 2
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To all the sums I got right at skool –
Well they wouldn’t fill a book;
And as for the poetry wat I lerned –
Last seen babbling by a brook
¶ 3
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To all the songs that were my ‘favourite ever!’ –
Why yes, they run to many dozens
All those exquisite tunes enthralling….
My many perfect cousins!
¶ 4
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And so what else besides
Could be regarded as my muse?
Why the church of Stamford Bridge of course
Where we sit and take our pews ….
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Then to stand and chant and clap and cheer
As our heroes take to the fray;
Leaving one to jump and shout ….
“Please let me play!”
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