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Mugs game

Dave Ash

Thursday, October 22nd, 2015

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Mugs game.
I went to see my friends today, because I heard they wasn’t feeling good,
So I went to give some moral support like any real friend would.
You would have thought my friends would be pleased that I popped round,
Before they let me through the door, they charged me fifty pound.
So I paid the fifty pound and went and took a seat,
Then my friends charged me another four pound for a pie that had no meat.
Nearly four pound for coffee a Bovril or a tea,
These prices are extortionate, where’s the loyalty?
All my friends had matching shirts on and I wanted one the same,
But mine cost me sixty pound and didn’t include my name.
I saw my friends for ninety minutes before they ran off to get changed,
They never even looked my way, they never even waved.
Will I come again next week? Yes I will of course,
I will come on public transport while my friends come in a Porsche.
I’ll be there to support them through the snow the wind and rain,
While my friends make little effort time and time again.
I am starting to realise they are not my friends at all,
Nobody really gives a damn when you’re following football.
Maybe I’m wising up, its people tell me that I should,
I know that will never happen because I have football in my blood.

Notes

Editor Note: Well said Dave…and sadly still too true.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/mugs-game/