My Footballing Dad

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 I’ve got a dad
Who’s football mad
And he comes to watch me play.
He shouts and screams
At the players on both teams
Makes me cross for the rest of the day.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 He’ll yell at me to run
Like a bullet from a gun
Whenever the other team has the ball
He makes me tackle, swerve and pass
And I have to play with class
Or my always perfect dad will be appalled!

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 He runs up and down
The side like a clown
In his second-hand replica kit
His belly hangs out
And wobbles about
Yet he thinks he’s incredibly fit.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 He complains if we win
Yet he’s happy if we’re grim
Like when we lost to the bottom club, Deighton.
We were thrashed 12-2
And what did he do?
Just laughed because we’d been beaten!

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 So when my dad played
I offered my aid
But he didn’t want my helpful hints.
So I laughed when I saw
That my dad was so poor
That he hasn’t moaned about my team since!


Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/my-footballing-dad/