Its All Relative, Bud

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 The World Cup is great,
I am bound to relate,
I’m glued to the most obscure matches.
I’m stuck on Iran,
Mexico and Japan,
And all of the hype that attaches.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 A fat, lazy loafer,
I sprawl on the sofa,
My beer balanced on my big belly.
And I’m volubly shocked
When my vision is blocked
By my wife trying to polish the telly.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 I fill in my chart,
Know the games off by heart,
And can quote who’s been booked or suspended.
I know each permutation
Without aberration
In each of the tables contended.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 Lying flat on my back,
This supreme anorak,
With my beer and my ketchupped chip butty,
Life seems pretty good,
But it’s relative, bud,
For it isn’t a patch on live footie.


Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/its-all-relative-bud/