Its a waiting game
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The metatarsal bone
Which to be used be virtually unknown
Is now in the media glare
And brings a nation to the brink of despair
¶ 2
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The innocuous foul which came
During a televised Premiership game
It halted the dash of our prince
And the pain on his face made us wince
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The signs just didn’t look good
When his toe was splintered like wood
The doctors carried out their scans
And it’s ruined our World Cup plans
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So now we’ll sit back and wait
It’s a time to assess and evaluate
Hoping the prince will prevail
Help claim our prize – the Holy Grail
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