Eat At Sid’s. ( In honour of Beardo’ )

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Eat At Sid’s.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 There once was an ugly little man
whose legs were as bandy as a badly hen,
he swept the floor for the blue collar boys
in a long brown coat and the factory noise.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 On his afternoon off he used to kick a ball,
with some skill and aplomb, so the locals recall;
until the day finally came when he plucked up the guile
to go and ask big fat Sid for a pre-season trial.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 Fat Sid ran the works and the football club too,
bigger men had emerged from his room –
four foot two.
So when ugly came knocking with his brush and his ball
Sid Laughed, “get back to work, your too fucking small”.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 When many years on little ugly retired
as a footballing legend in sumptuous recline,
he was asked of his life and the one thing he never did
he replied with a lisp,
“I never did eat at Sid’s”.


Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/eat-at-sids-in-honour-of-beardo/