Football Poets

FOOTBALL FARM (part one)

¶ 1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Relax now, for a little while,
get yourselves all nice and calm,
and take a trip along with me,
into my football farm.

¶ 2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Malcolm McDonald owns this farm,
says the sign on the Eric Gates,
as we go to meet the footballers,
with the animalistic traits.

¶ 3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 We’ll greet the old John Farmer,
on this chilly Mervyn Day,
and head into the Tony Field,
with the Tim Flowers and David Hay.

¶ 4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 As we John Wark along the Rodney Marsh,
in the freezing morning fog,
we catch a glimpse of Terry Bullock,
and ex – United Graeme Hogg.

¶ 5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 We don’t see Lenny Badger,
he’s below ground in a hole,
along with all the miners,
who dig for Ashley Cole.

¶ 6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 We see the ‘Cat’ Bonnetti,
leaping from a Michael Branch,
as we venture even deeper,
into this football ranch.

¶ 7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 The stags of Mansfield,
Ian Rush – ing by,
with West Hams Brian Dear,
watching out for Ruel Fox,
and Black Cats prowling near.

¶ 8 Leave a comment on verse 8 0 Ramsey called the Argies animals,
which is a bit of a laugh,
as we spot his number five,
Jack Charlton ‘ the giraffe.’

¶ 9 Leave a comment on verse 9 0 Then out of one of the Johnny Barnes,
strolls a weary looking ass,
it’s Tony Adams ‘the donkey’
him of the long hoofed pass.

¶ 10 Leave a comment on verse 10 0 “Look!! there’s Colin Bell ‘Nyjinsky’
from Man City of course,
and Emlyn Hughes of Liverpool,
known as the ‘Crazy Horse.’

¶ 11 Leave a comment on verse 11 0 Rolling in his pen area,
looking rather big,
is keeper Tommy Lawrence,
Liverpools ‘flying pig’.

¶ 12 Leave a comment on verse 12 0 We see the Rams of Derby,
as to the hillside we get nearer,
playing very defensively,
afraid of Alan Shearer.

¶ 13 Leave a comment on verse 13 0 The field is full of rodents,
just like an unkept house,
and we come across Kev Keegan,
known as the ‘mighty mouse.’

¶ 14 Leave a comment on verse 14 0 They say don’t feed the animals,
but we don’t really care,
as we toss an old Jim Bone,
towards Celtic’s ‘Yogi Bear.’

¶ 15 Leave a comment on verse 15 0 We feed ‘the goat,’ Shaun Goater,
City’s Bermudan star,
and we hurl bananas at ‘Monkey Reid,’
as he swings on a crossbar.

¶ 16 Leave a comment on verse 16 0 We see Tigers from Hull City,
and Lions from Mill – wall,
Lev Yashin the ‘Black Panther,’
and Wolverhamptons Stevie Bull.

¶ 17 Leave a comment on verse 17 0 We spot the nasty Norman Hunter,
with his loaded Bryan Gunn,
which he aims at Barry Venison,
and kills him just for fun.

¶ 18 Leave a comment on verse 18 0 ” HE’s kIlled Barmby”!!!
we hear an Eric Young girl cry,
as we put a stop to the Roger Hunt,
so no one else will die.

¶ 19 Leave a comment on verse 19 0 It’s been a long and tiring day,
the clouds turning Eddy Gray,
now it’s time to look around ,
for a place where we can stay.

¶ 20 Leave a comment on verse 20 0 We eat some Tony Currie,
and get ready for our bed,
which isn’t in Notts Forest,
but in the farmers ‘Chelsea Shed.’

¶ 21 Leave a comment on verse 21 0 We sample an Alan Knight – cap,
of Greg Strong local cider,
and we notice a David Webb being spun,
by Rachid Harkouk the Palace ‘spider.’

¶ 22 Leave a comment on verse 22 0 We spend the night in the Tommy Black,
telling scary Peter Storeys,
as we hear the Wolves all howling,
about their old past glories.

¶ 23 Leave a comment on verse 23 0 So tomorrow is another day,
when we check out football birds,
so I have to go to sleep now,
and dream up some new words.

¶ 24 Leave a comment on verse 24 0 to be continued as ‘ football birds’