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Charlie Hurley

Peter Goulding

Thursday, December 18th, 2003

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 A centre half, he was ten foot six,
And he thrilled the crowd with his showboat tricks.
He liked to get his tackles in early,
Tough as old boots, was Charlie Hurley.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 He lived in a cage and was fed raw meat,
Ate turkey heads for a Christmas treat.
Compared to him, Ron Yeats was a girlie.
Eat your granny, would Charlie Hurley.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 At training sessions, he’d run through walls
While juggling six or seven balls.
No-one ever was so big and burly,
Arse like a barn, had Charlie Hurley.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 An iron man with steely class,
And his neck was made from solid brass.
As powerful as his hair was curly,
Roared like a lion, did Charlie Hurley.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 He’d kick the ball almost half a mile,
Headed rocks with a fiendish smile,
Before a game he was dark and surly,
There’s no-one today like Charlie Hurley.

© Peter Goulding 18th December 2003

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/charlie-hurley/