Football Poets

MIXING FOOTBALL AND RELIGION

¶ 1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Football is a religion,
to that we all agree,
and if this upsets the bible belt,
to leave now they are free.

¶ 2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 We’ll trek towards St Mary’s,
where the Saints have marched on in,
just me and a few of the Masses,
off to repent our sins.

¶ 3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 We enter the Derek Temple,
and at a Dave Cross make the sign,
and Phil Neal down on a Graham Pugh,
and ask for peace and John Devine.

¶ 4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 We see born again Christian Dailleys,
with slogans on their chests,
‘Jesus Arellano Saves,
but Remi Moses he invests.’

¶ 5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 Ian St John pops his head in,
but very quickly leaves,
and someone shouts after him,
“where the hell is Greaves?”

¶ 6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 We see little Maradonna,
looking fit and tanned,
goal hanging around the alter,
carrying someones hand.

¶ 7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 We enter the confessional Tommy Booth,
to replenish all our sins,
and pray that all our games this year,
will all be handsome wins.

¶ 8 Leave a comment on verse 8 0 We see Juan Pablo Angel,
floating up above,
and listen to Ian Bishop,
preaching peace and love.

¶ 9 Leave a comment on verse 9 0 We listen to sermons from Jim Cannon,
and scripts read by Frank Parson,
and a bloke called Danny cries,
THERE IS GHOD !!!!
as he points to Henrikk Larsson.

¶ 10 Leave a comment on verse 10 0 Don Rogers walked on water,
but we don’t see him around,
and David James is scared of crosses,
so he’s nowhere to be found.

¶ 11 Leave a comment on verse 11 0 We see a very Jason Priestly looking,
Evertonian Dixie Dean,
and Sister Teresa Niall Quinn,
as he was called by Man U’s Keane.

¶ 12 Leave a comment on verse 12 0 The Tony Book of Genesis,
by Owen Archdeacon is read aloud,
and Eddy Pope of the U.S.A.
waves to the surging crowd.

¶ 13 Leave a comment on verse 13 0 We see three Dennis Wise men,
plus Mark Lazurus and Frank Saul,
and a picture of Jimmy Gabriel ,
up on the Ben Abbey wall.

¶ 14 Leave a comment on verse 14 0 We notice all the mni gods,
like Kenny and Henrikk,
and the Gregg Abbot tells us,
the earth will be inherited by the meek.

¶ 15 Leave a comment on verse 15 0 We’re told that if we live by it,
then we’ll die too — by the sword,
thundered down from the Roy ‘Evans,
by Burnleys old Bob Lord.

¶ 16 Leave a comment on verse 16 0 It’s nearly time to leave,
the visit has been nice,
and I make one last request,
that we hammer Millwall twice.

¶ 17 Leave a comment on verse 17 0 So we leave the Ivor Allchurch,
vowing to live on fish and bread,
looking forward to opening day,
and the forty weeks ahead.

¶ 18 Leave a comment on verse 18 0 So my Jermaine Pennants have been served,
I’m now a faithful member,
and I’m tipped off by the man upstairs,
that we’re going up with Kember.