Answering Machine. Saturday Afternoon

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Hello, and thanks for the call
If it’s himself you want he’s out (Thank God!)
Off with his pals at The Football
To shout and sing those silly songs, like silly sods.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 He won’t be back until this evening
Probably just before Match of the Day
When most likely he’ll be steaming
So he’ll disagree with every word, Old Big Ears has to say.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Then tomorrow there’s a game at lunch
Another one just in time for tea
On Monday night then comes the crunch
When a match takes place in a face off versus Corrie.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 The pair of us are well and doing grand
So I thought I’d let you know
We’re making plans to pay a visit to The Nou Camp
In the next three weeks or so.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 After that it’s The Bernabeau, Old Trafford
Anfield, White Hart Lane and the vacant Highbury
Where we’re looking at buying a high rise
We believe we can just about afford. (My advice is keep the money?)

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 We’re pondering The B.T Deal
For this seasons Champions League
But one night a week of Old Big Ears and his spiel
Might be more than enough for a pair of live devotees?

7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 Well I think that’s just about everything
You probably need to know
Oh and by the way I am sat here indoors listening
But as this is my first bit of peace alone without him
I’ve had for ages, now the close seasons over
I’ll be damned if I go and ruin it, pickin up the bleetin phone.



As my poem suggests.
I have a more than a bit of sympathy
For the birds who chill out on a Saturday
After losing (albeit only for a day) their men
To the heady enticing cocktail the punters call The Prem.
But then again they do have a choice.. so why not go along with them?

Oh Fabregas is unfit…

Stay well, be lucky and keep smiling.



Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/answering-machine-saturday-afternoon/