Beckham is dropped
¶ 1
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Once the golden boy
(Or golden balls to a very close person),
The midfield general of England,
Around whom the team was built
Is dropped!
¶ 2
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High hopes for the world cup
But cruel time caught up,
This pale imitation of football wizard
Tearfully handed in the captains arm band.
¶ 3
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Six caps off a century
But sentiment has no say
The England new Boss
Will stamp his authority,
Beckham is dropped!
¶ 4
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As Beckham slips into obscurity
Posh might restart to Sing?
McClaren better be praying
For a winning start,
Or not only will music lovers
But Beckham fans
Will also be baying for his blood.
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