Like, sooooo ….

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 It was like, soooooo cooool
There were all these men, running around in shorts
Fit and handsome, dashing & dapper
I never realised, yar, there could be so much fun
away from the tennis courts

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 And it was like, soooooo utterly butterly bitter
This feud thing, that was going on between two in particular
Squaring up, while all around, in the um, ummmmm, The Oval, wasn’t it?
Watched on, with baited breath, it was like, sooooo primal, yar!

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Almost Gladiatorial, in fact
And like, one of them could soooooo nearly pass as Russell Crowe
And the blood thirsty crowd must have agreed with me, often shouting ‘good pass’
I’m sooooo like nearly there, with the terminology, you know

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 But that spiffing hunk, rather spoilt the image in a post match interview
I couldn’t understand a word he said, he sounded like, soooooo foreign
Some crazy, lilting dialect
Probably something to do, with the land of sporran?


The rubber, which took place on Tuesday 1st Febraury 2005, was,
so I’m told, between
Arsenal and a bunch of titled men who’ve been knighted,
though I can’t say I recognised any of them –
some of them dropped the shoulders alright,
but I certainly didn’t see her Maj there.

And the alleged altercation?
I believe it was between the two captains,
Vee-air-yar and Keeno,
all over a little boy called Gary Navel?

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/like-sooooo/