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Hungry For the Euros

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 The Euros are on, there will be one winner
What I want to know is, what time is dinner?
With kick-offs at five and quarter to eight
It’s hard to decide when to stack up the plate

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 We normally eat at six to six thirty
Then I wash up the crocks which are dirty
Prep and eat before five just can’t be done
Eating at ten is too late and no fun

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 It’s okay if you order your meals by ‘phone
They can deliver whenever you’re home
Take away outlets find opportunity knocks
As millions tuck in, in front of the box

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 A buffet is an option, picnic pick ‘n’ mix
With buckets of coleslaw and impaled cubes on sticks
Spicy wings, cheesy strings, onion rings
Twizzlers, sizzlers, assorted savoury things

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 Could do themed meals, taramasalata for Greece
(Trying to spell that has made my brain crease)
Italian pasta with Dutch Edam
Or English mustard with slices of ham

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 Fitting meals around games is always a pain
Half-time isn’t long to cook up a main
No chance of seconds, let alone thirds
I’ve picked England to win; I’ll end up eating my words

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Notes

5pm kick-offs followed by 7.45 pm kickoffs don’t allow much time for eating. (These things matter to me) I can’t live on cool Doritos for long so I’m going to have to do some real quick Ready Steady Cook ‘throw it all in a pan and stir’ specials.

*sexist comment alert* Yous boys don’t have the bother of putting a meal on the table, you rely on pizza deliveries and train the dog to answer the door.

The Big Catering Question is: Why can’t you buy Cheese Footballs when the major football tournaments are on? They are only sold in the run-up to Christmas. Life’s great mysteries…

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/hungry-for-the-euros/