Joey Jones

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Nothing fancy about our Joey
His crunchin’ tackles made their mark
Spion Son down from the Terrace
Kopite Lad on Anfield’s Park

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Just 3 seasons with us Joey
And the finest night we ever knew
When Liverpool in Rome crowned Champions
All of bloody Europe knew!

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 No prancing show horse was our Joey
No darting runs stepover tricks
No party pieces girly hairbands
For strength and commitment he was picked

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 We knew just what we got with Joey
And never once he let us down
And when Kings of Europe we became
A top hat our Joey wore for a crown!


A true Spion Son-Joey Jones.

Parry Maguire (2004)

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/joey-jones-2/