Due To An Inj Squad. I’m Sat By The Dog!*

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Carefree…plagued by player injury
We are the famous WW.C(rocked).F.C
Another bod hits the sod, gets up looking lame,
Gaffer said, ”Best bell, Kev,
Get that spring chicken out a bedH
Maybe he’s free Satadee, might fancy a game?”.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 “What? Me? At The Bridge?
That’s a boyhood dream come true, that’s is…
But…I’m seventy next year, you taking The Mick?”,
“Calm down, stupid get, gaffer hasn’t belled you yet?
and if the famous C.F.C do, don’t you forget…
There’s rarely a good tune played on a crock o’….”.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Peace.



*For those readers not in the know, when we Londoners refer to a dog (and bone) we’re talking about a phone…also known as an Al Capone. Both are prime examples of Cockney rhyming slang, still used in everyday conversation by Londoners. WW in the poem, refers to walking wounded, which a great many of our squad seem to have been, or have indeed become for some reason recently? To bell someone, is to call them on the phone.

Cheers for reading.


Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/due-to-our-injured-player-log-even-im-sat-by-the-dog/