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Creepy Crawley?

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 “What’s that?” asked my mate
as I looked on the floor.
“Creepy Crawley, I think.”
And began to guffaw.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Supports Oxford, he does
so I expected some stick;
we all know what it’s like
to feel physically sick.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 We’ve lost to a number
of ‘part timers’ before,
but there was something about
last night that stuck in my craw.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 Outplayed, lethargic
second best, out manoeuvred,
it looked like the players
just couldn’t be bovvered.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 It’s customary for Town
when at home to wear red,
but the players wore black
and played like the dead.

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 Opposition bosses
take note if you please:
the way to beat Swindon
with consummate ease

7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 is to hoof the ball high
up into the sky,
hit crossfield balls
from the left to the right,

8 Leave a comment on verse 8 0 win 50-50’s, knock-downs
and fight for the scraps;
take care at the back for
there to be no mishaps.

9 Leave a comment on verse 9 0 Town manager Wilson
must come up with Plan B,
otherwise he will join
the adopted Geordie
in the land of
managerial casualties.

Swindon 2 Crawley 3. Complete and utter dross. I could swear, but I won’t cos I’m too polite; anyway I did all that last night!

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/creepy-crawley/