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King Oz

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 He’d sniff out a goal
The way my pooch would sniff out a waylaid treat
And he’d do it in such a way
That would have everybody off their seat

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 In passages of play, he’d wander
And then as if by magic, he’d pounce
The ball attached to his laces, as he skirted defenders & keepers
He’s the King we can’t renounce!

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 And the hips, that shimmied
Reminded us all of Elvis in his prime
The sideburns, the looks, the image, the finish
All of it sublime

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Notes

Peter Osgood.
King of Stamford Bridge.
20.2.1947 – 1.3.2006

I cannot believe it’s 10 years since the angels came calling.

My dog is named after him!
All the wise guy locals try to tell my kids that he’s named after a Spud!

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/king-oz/