It’s a generational thing
¶ 1
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Yet have I to acquaint myself, with Spotify…
An absurdity to those
Who know only of Conte and Kante,
Morata and Hazard
¶ 2
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Whereas I
I hark back
To the days of Kunta Kinte,
Osgood, Cooke,
Bonetti, Tambling
Just one of the reasons
Why I have no truck with shirts
Supporting gambling
¶ 3
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Bugbears have I many…
“Curmudgeon” could grace my back
Yet I don’t take delight
Every time a sucker gets the sack
¶ 4
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Spot if I
Anyone ever connected with my great team
I follow the link
To see howso-endeth, their cosmic dream
¶ 5
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Apprentices of yesteryear
Loanees of today
Grounsdmen, medics, stewards
Or those yet to play….
¶ 6
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Whereas my kith and kin
Careth not a jot
Unless someone is front and centre,
Of social media renown,
And then they only wish
For a startling comedown
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