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Excuses

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 You wouldn’t believe our injury list
Keepers buttered fingers
And tacticians ham fist
Tendons snap like dry twigs
More itchy scratchings than a sty full of pigs
Ankle twists, fractured wrists
Pulled muscles and strained groins
Skull damaged by missile coins
What we need is a tonic, a bit of a lift
We’re paying our money for being bored stiff

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Notes

We’re back on the boos. It doesn’t exactly help when our manager says he nearly joined in and the players admit they deserve it. Still, it’s only a game…

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/excuses/