Cup Final Morning.
¶ 1
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A beautiful sunny morning
Mama Cass purrs, on the wireless
Cup Final’s on this afternoon
Days like this are priceless.
¶ 2
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Birds are singing in the trees
Postman whistles a tune
Where’ll he be today at three?
Sadly he’s a Gooner.
¶ 3
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Scarves hang in the window
Blue ribbon adorns the door
A flag on the car flapping to and fro
Tells our neighbours who we’re for.
¶ 4
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I couldn’t get a ticket
So I’ll watch the game indoors
Sipping on tea I’m dreaming of three
As Mama Cass poignantly purrs.
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