Is Arsene A Purveyor Of The Noble Art?
¶ 1
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Did you see that? He raised his hands
He bobbed, weaved, then he ducked
I’m sure, that’s what Arsene Wenger did,
Did he once wear boxing gloves?
¶ 2
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Has your man missed his vocation?
As ‘The Ammers’ sucker punch broke his heart
Though subject to provocation
He was game for noble art
¶ 3
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Will a cuts man sit beside him now in place of Patsy Rice
Will the Emirates fans need,
To float like a butterfly, sting like a bee
To avoid being knocked out, in this seasons title fight?
¶ 4
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Come on Arsene, put up yer mits
Show us how you fight
What? That wasn’t you squaring up to Alan Pardew
In the East End, Sunday night?
¶ 5
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Sorry son, I’ve got it wrong,
Me brain box is all a funk
Like you I must had one too many to the head
That have left me, well….punch drunk!
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