Missing the Football and turning to Drink
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It’s another Saturday afternoon
and I don’t know what to do
I think I’ll write a poem
then again I may do a few.
¶ 2
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The reason I’m so restless
and fidgeting about
is because I’m missing Football
as I need to sing and shout.
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This is the day us fans meet up
and have a pint or Four
but now the season is over
Saturday has become a bore.
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The Doctor said it’s withdrawals
common to every Football fan
he recommended a long vacation
lie on a beach and get a nice tan.
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But I’ve saved my cash for the next campaign
try and go to every match home and away
that means I can’t go on a holiday
anyway I’d rather watch my team any day.
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So please time move a bit faster
before I’m sent to see a Shrink
but I’ll have to end this poem now
as I’m off to the Pub for a good drink !
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