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FOOTBALL FARM (part two) —— FOOTBALL BIRDS.

John J O’Connor

Saturday, May 17th, 2003

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 We wake up nice and early,
have a Barry Fry and wash,
and go and check the birds out,
and I certainly don’t mean Posh.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 As we gaze up at the Sky Blues,
towards the eastern Sun Jihai,
we notice Andy Gray,
who’s working there for SKY.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Because it’s a beautiful David May day,
the first species that we see,
is a buzzing along contently,
Nicky Summerbee.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 We see the Bluebirds, and Mark Robbins,
Magpies and Palace Eagles,
and there is Stevie Coppell,
with his Brighton Seagulls.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 Garrincho the Brazilean ‘songbird’,
dummying all the clouds,
and the Canaries from Carrow Road,
singing tunes out loud.

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 John Bird of Cardiff, flying by,
watching ‘Budgie’ Byrne below,
and we see that bloke from Villa,
I think his name’s Vic Crowe.

7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 Next we stroll into the Chris Woods,
and survey the Matty Green trees,
and we see the Watford Hornets,
and a swarm of Brentford Bees.

8 Leave a comment on verse 8 0 We’re being careful of the Andy Thorns,
and the Lee Sharpe, Partick Thistle,
when all of a sudden from a tree,
we hear a referees loud whistle.

9 Leave a comment on verse 9 0 It’s the man in black Pat Partridge,
watching the pears grow,
and we ask him who his father is,
but he doesn’t seem to know.

10 Leave a comment on verse 10 0 We hear the Owls of Sheffield,
giving off a hoot,
and we see Joe Royle and Gerry Queen,
on their Gerry Daly shoot.

11 Leave a comment on verse 11 0 We come across Mark Parrot,
he repeats all that we say,
and we see the Bradford Bantams,
from City not P.A **

12 Leave a comment on verse 12 0 We venture into Tim Sherwood Forest,
the home of Harry Hood,
and we nod to Adrian Littlejohn,
who is chopping up – Alfie Wood.

13 Leave a comment on verse 13 0 He shows us, his David Cross bow,
and his Mark Bowen arrow,
then aims it at a Paul Birch tree,
and shoots down poor John Sparrow.

14 Leave a comment on verse 14 0 We retire that night, quite early,
we’ve had enough we all decide,
cos tomorrow is a big day,
down by the RIVERSIDE.

15 Leave a comment on verse 15 0 to be continued as FOOTBALL IN THE WATER.

© John J O’Connor

Notes

** for anyone under 40. P.A. is good old Bradford Park Avenue.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/football-farm-part-two-football-birds/