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Glopp

Apollo Gees

Tuesday, March 23rd, 2010

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 It appeared inside the stadium
Just minutes before three
It sharpened up its pencils
And wore them down before tea

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 It limbered up and down
With a gentle little jog
Then proceeded to annoy
Like a yappy little dog

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 It carried a tinny whistle
Which pierced with a shrill
It brandished cards red and yellow
And did calligraphy with a quill!

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 It ran between boxes
But ventured into neither
It fussed over nothing
But turned a blind eye for a breather!

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 It used to dress in black
But still gets us all in a lather
Its ears stuffed with cotton wool
As we scream “who’s your father?”

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 And once the match is over
Its lips they stay tight
Nary a word does it utter
But still we recite ….

7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 “who’s the ….”

Notes

Inspired after reading Jack Prelutsky, the first Children’s Poet Laureate

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