I No Humour
¶ 1
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“I no humour,” said the man.
“My side’s in fifteenth place.
By May we won’t have fifty points
if we stay at this pace.”
¶ 2
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“I no humour,” said the man.
“Trouble with FA.
I watch the matches from the stands.
Too close? Too far away?”
¶ 3
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“I no humour,” said the man.
“This Game’s no longer fun.
I used to be King of the World.
I was ‘The Special One.'”
¶ 4
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“I no humour,” said the man.
“Each move’s a backward step.
Abramovich has forged a plan
to cast me out for Pep.”
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