Cashley Cole

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 The yawn saga involving Cashley Cole
Was he egged on by Cheryl Tweedy?
To the devil he sold his worthless soul
The lure of a third Bentley left him very needy

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 It remains to be seen if Cash jumps ship when Barca wag a finger?
In his quest for silver, will fans contemplate letting him off the hook?
Fat chance they’ll get as he’ll be off too quick with a swipe of his left stinger
Whilst strolling into the sunset with his glorious trophy minger

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 What folly! Just a self obsessed nonentity
And when Corporal Mourinho smacks his bottom, he’ll leave Chelski in the lurch
‘It’s all their fault’, he’ll whine, ‘I’m just a little nobody from the city’
Leaving once again, a reputation sullied, soiled, besmirched

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 Acquisitiveness and criticism of his colleagues was oh not so clever
A time will come when this piece of detail will damn him forever.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 © Emdad Rahman – 17.09.06



Poor Cashley describes in his literary masterpiece how he nearly wrecked his Bentley Continental GT when he learnt from his agent that Arsenal were offering weekly wages of a paltry $104,000 instead of $113,000, which was his request.

“I nearly swerved off the road, I yelled down the phone. I was so incensed. I was trembling with anger. I couldn’t believe what I had heard.”

It’s tough at the top!

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/cashley-cole/