Monday, December 8th, 2008
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To boo off Eboue
Showed a complete lack of class
At the home of the Arse
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What the poor chap needed
Was love and affection
Not the jeers from the tiers
Fired in his direction
© Clik the mouse, December 8th 2008
Arsenal 1 Wigan 0
Very disturbed to see Emmanual Eboue booed off by his own fans.
I don’t get it.
Yes – he definitely had a ‘mare, but the booing was never going to help him.
He’s been out injured for 5 weeks, so obviously was a little rusty.
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10th October 2018 at 10:41 am
so true for so many clubs Denys
See in context
7th August 2018 at 2:43 pm
Looking forward to welcoming Wolves to the King Power Stadium this season… where hopefully we will beat you! 😉 But truthfully welcome back to the top division! – Paul
22nd July 2018 at 12:05 pm
Many thanks for that. I’ve actually changed it back because I feel the more ridiculous it looks, the more Ogden Nash it is! My own personal choice, others may disagree. But I appreciate the thought. Cheers
20th July 2018 at 6:49 am
Great poem Peter .I’ ve mucked about with the way it appears on the page if you don’t like it let me know.
19th July 2018 at 5:19 pm
How about the Pele of poets?!!! 😉
absolutely lovin’ it!
19th July 2018 at 2:21 pm
Sorry everyone. Away on holidays and not very good at the computer stuff anyway.
I had thought I was commenting on Verse 2, Lines 3 and 4. The whole poem is done in rhyming couplets – I was merely commenting on the fact that the rhyme there / disappeared sticks out like a sore thumb!!
Nothing to do with black and white!
15th July 2018 at 5:31 am
no sadly…it’s my good mate Fred Chance…Sharon..great live music pub…in our village..
13th July 2018 at 9:04 pm
Big Yin! Is that Sir Billy Connolly far left on the main picture?
13th July 2018 at 5:20 pm
i should say so!
13th July 2018 at 4:33 pm
at least the waistcoat is coming home then? 😉