Heir to the Throne

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 The progeny of Wednesday fans, are hardier than most,
The’re used to their dads swearin’, and rarely hear them boast,
they’re used to teatime, Saturday, being a silent affair,
as dad sits in the living room, pulling out his hair,
They’re used to Shouts of “bloomin ‘ell.. clear the bloody thing”
but take great joy .. p’raps once a month .. they hear their father sing

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 They sit in wide eyed wonder of a Saturday afternoon,
as mum says gently “go to bed .. cos dad will be home soon”,
and ponder why so early they have to go upstairs,
cos last week they were up til ten, and mother didn’t care,

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 and as our child grows older, he can recognise the signs,
Wedenesday nil, and someone 3, means early beddy byes,
but as he learns his sums and such, he realises then,
if Wednesday score one more than someone else .. he’s up ’til 10

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 so unbeknowing to this child, of every Saturday night,
If Wednesday score one more than Someone, he’ll have a good night
and into his subconcious, subtly and slight,
it sinks .. and “Lo” we have produced .. another Wednesdayite


Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/heir-to-the-throne/