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!



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.



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