I’ve A Train To Catch.(Yeah Right)
¶ 1
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Goals two and three
Stirred a crashing of seats,
A waving of fists toward the pitch
After two recent draws
We’re out of top four,
With no chance we’ll ever catch City.
¶ 2
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‘Want aways’ on recess
Had been wanting at best
A hatful of goals from our team
Sad reality is
Dear old fate has a trick
Of want, missing out to let’s see?
¶ 3
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What of seasonal cheer?
Caught a train so I hear
From the anger being aimed toward the pitch
At our gaffer, and striker
A pair who might not or might
Stay unless we’re sorted and quick.
¶ 4
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Anyways, all that aside,
Of our team on the slide,
Is irrelevant to what occurred next
It seems the loyalists what stayed
Turned on ‘Want aways’
With a tirade of abuse toward the exits.
¶ 5
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So fair play to the fans
Who stood and cheered, clapped their hands
In the boat race of a galling defeat*
And castigated ”Want aways?”
Three a penny nowadays
Loyalists should it suit them next week!
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