In The Mire.
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Our team is not very fit,
In a pub I see them sit,
With a fag always lit.
A barn door they could”t hit.
As a team they”ll never knit.
They”re not fit to wear the kit.
They all should be sent a writ.
Our coach is a mere half wit.
Should be thrown in a deep pit..
That will leave them in the mire.
¶ 2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Sorry about the last line I ran out of its.
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