Desperately Immature, But..

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 People will clap for a great piece of skill,
An audacious lob gives the crowd a great thrill,
An impudent nutmeg can get the crowd going,
They’ll cheer when the fortunes are ebbing and flowing.
A late sliding tackle evinces louds roars,
A great run and cross will win decent applause,
But as always, the heartiest cheer of them all
Is when the policeman gets hit with the ball.


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