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Fantasy Manager

Trent Morris

Thursday, January 14th, 2016

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Who ya gonna trade fer Jamie Vardy?
Olivier Giroud ‘r Harry Kane?
Deeney? Martial? To me ther’s hardly
any striker left what don’t seem plain.
The days ‘r gone when you could pick the Speedster,
Lukaku ‘n Ighalo: 3-4-3.
So, who ya gonna trade fer Jamie Vardy?
The pickins’ slim, so far as I can see.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 When ya gonna go and use yer bench boost?
The Cup, she’s come ‘n gone, and now ye’r out.
Ya coulda had more points with fewer trades used.
Ya gotta go all in. There is no doubt.
Yer wild card ‘n yer triple captain lie there,
But ye’r the zombie. Players walk in vain.
When ya gonna go ‘n use yer bench boost?
Ye’v nothin left to lose ‘n all to gain.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Why’d ya waste yer time ‘n change yer colour?
Ther’s nothin’ in them rules gives points fer style.
That no name guy on top’s got strips much duller,
but he’s ahead of ya on points a mile.
Why’d ya lie awake with clever naming?
A clever name: it never earned a point.
Why’d ya waste yer time ‘n change yer colour?
Ther’s no one cares what wears around this joint.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 ‘N who ya gonna trade fer Jamie Vardy?
Diego Costa? Pelle? Maybe Wayne?
We’r not exactly Pep ‘n Fergie, are we?
We’r only managing in our own brain.
The fixture list, she’s cloggin’ up, ‘n players’
hamstrings, groins ‘n knees are all in pain.
Say, who ya gonna trade fer Jamie Vardy?
The answer to that question is Jermain.

© Trent Morris 2016

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/fantasy-manager/