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In The Mire.

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 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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Notes

I wrote this after reading eds footnote to ANDREW DETHERIDGES poem
THE CURSE OF THE EX-PLAYER.jim
Editors Note;
do not apologise one bit
emotions grow and sometimes spilt
a rhyme’s a rhyme they’re all legit
we live and learn we never quit
like flooodlights we are best when lit

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/in-the-mire/