Leave a Message After the Tone
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“Hello, Jose. It’s Robbo here.
Just wondered if you want a beer.
There’s a pub just down the road
which is called the ‘Frog and Toad.’
If I’m honest it’s a dive,
but they do a nice red whine.
I’ll buy you a Special brew
especially designed for you.
Then we’ll chat about old times
and a multitude of crimes:
like Robben’s two-footed lunge
and how Drogba takes a plunge
ev’ry time the ball comes near;
it really is a trifle queer.
Oh, Jose, please don’t be late
for our most important date.
Lateness is discourteous
and I am gonna swear and cuss;
if you make me wait five minutes-
that would really be the limit.
That’s about it from me, old chum;
I’m really hoping that you’ll come,
hoping you don’t let me down,
giving me a cause to frown.
I want to bury the hatchet, mate
to put an end to all this hate.”
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