For Club and Country
¶ 1
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He was banging ’em in for his Club,
Then came his Country calling.
Dom pulled on the White Shirt,
And guess what – he kept up the scoring!
¶ 2
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Some say it was only a Friendly,
But I say a goal is a goal,
Whether scored in a beach kickabout,
Or a Champions League Final at Wembley.
¶ 3
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So ladies and gents raise your glasses,
Drink a toast to Dom Calvert-Lewin,
If he plays his cards right, this prospect so bright
For the next ten years is a shoo-in.
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And who can we liken him to?
Bobby Charlton, Geoff Hurst, Stanley Bowles?
He reminds me of fabled King Midas –
All he touches is turned into goals!
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11/10/20
Denys E. W. Jones
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