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It Wasn’t Your Fault Lads. Never Mind!

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 The portly bird has rested her chords
Him what ate all the pies? Looking slim
As jobsworth opens the stadium doors
Megastore Jack and Jills ring.*

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Latest chic shirts are in big demand
As holiday money runs out
Tee shirts and shorts show off our suntans
Our month of suffering, bile in our mouths.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Will we cheer on the boys in the warm-up?
Will we verbally scream out their names?
Will an embarrassing World Cup be easily forgot?
Midst the passion of Premiership games?

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 Of course we’ll forget that long summer
When we dismally failed in our game
It’ll be yesterdays news when the two teams run out
And Capello gets stuck with the blame!

Notes

A great big welcome back to all fans and poets, after a well dodgy World Cup. English players in particular have a hell of a lot to prove to themselves and the paying public in this country, this season.

*Cockney slang for till.

Peace.

Kev.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/it-wasnt-your-fault-lads-never-mind/