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Late, Late show.

John Oliver

Thursday, September 22nd, 2011

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Now I know it was late when I got home
But I still felt rather shocked
The curtains drawn, the lights were out
And every door was locked.
I threw gravel at the upstairs window
To attract the wife’s attention
“Where YOU been!”, she screamed at me
Plus some words that I wont mention.
The game went into extra time I said
And seventeen penaltie after that
Now I regret I ever went
We are not even in the hat.
So on the long walk home from the game
I came up with this little notion
I thought I’d put my thoughts in verse
A sort of ‘Poetry in motion’
The clocks now showing Two a.m.
And at Five a.m., I’m up
A total waste of money…
….How I hate the Carling Cup.

© OLIVER 11

Notes

I remember when midweek games kicked off at Half Seven, And finished at Ten past Nine, But now with well past bedtime finishes, weakened teams, half empty stadiums, why do we bother ? but on the plus side I suppose Newcastle Utd are still in with a chance of winning it.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/late-late-show/