Each to their own
¶ 1
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They Kick a ball round a pitch,
You don’t dare look away,
A goal you cannot miss,
It would make your day.
¶ 2
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You shout at your team,
Although they cannot hear,
You block out reality,
Except to gulp your beer.
¶ 3
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Reading the TV times,
You see there’s a match at 11oclock,
Noticing there’s just 10 minutes to go,
You freeze in your seat like rock.
¶ 4
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As a kid, you dreamed to be a footballer,
Wearing them shorts and red shirt,
When you realised dreams don’t always work out,
Deep down it kind of hurt.
¶ 5
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I say “I’d rather watch paint dry”
But you just let out a huge groan,
“What a shame” your team has lost…
“Oh well each to their own”
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