Half Time Rollicking
¶ 1
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The manager entered the dressing room,
And slammed the door with violence,
And with a face that pre-told doom,
Surveyed the team in silence.
¶ 2
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“Two nil down!” he roared with force,
“And such a brutal showing!
A blind man on a charging horse
Can see where this game’s going!
¶ 3
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‘Have you forgotten all you’ve learned?
The things we did in training?
I’m really getting quite concerned,
And find it all quite paining.
¶ 4
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‘I before E, except after C!”
He yelled exasperated.
“How many different times have we
Seen this law replicated?
¶ 5
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‘Un chanson is the French for ‘Song’
I thought we had that sorted.
But no, our fullback gets it wrong,
He ought to be deported.
¶ 6
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‘Everybody here by now
Should know their nine times table.
So someone please inform me how
Our goalie isn’t able!
¶ 7
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‘Come on lads, for goodness sake,
This game should hold no terrors.
Just concentrate and do not make
Such silly schoolboy errors.”
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