Day 32 : a) the generously proportioned chanteuse …
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The rather large lady
Has projected her ample voice
And I’ve been subjected, purely by choice
To a whole month, of morning, or daytime, tv
Now, there’s months of mourning, until once again I see
Footy on the telly
With fire in the belly
When Premiership clashes
Will hopefully produce flashes
Of world class genius and skill –
But could we say, that this World Cup has been brill?
Sure enough, there’s been plenty of thrill
Mostly from the upsets, when the underdogs,
have put out the under-achievers
When high quality, has been usurped,
by the high octane self-believers
But has running power, and endeavour, substituted for class?
Has doggedness and determination, muzzled the sublime pass?
Has fitness and physique, shaped up better than the deft feint?
Is there higher regard, for the sinner, than the Saint?
Thankfully no
For we’ll always love the show
No matter how slow, it produces
The spectacular soccer, that seduces
And lets not forget, the young impressionable minds
Who’ve found new heroes, new tricks,
an abiding memory, that binds …
Their future, to football
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Just like me
Back in ‘70
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