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My Son Owen

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 My Son Owen, arrived before St. Michael made the team.
Now he wears our surname upon his kit where Michaels should have been.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 He ain’t too good at football yet, that remains to be seen.
But that might not matter, as he is so keen.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 He’s got a great big gob on him, I’m sure he’s going to be a commentator upon the little screen.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 So look out world, as here comes a new “Motty”.
He’ll certainly drive you all quite mad, as he drives his parents potty!

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/my-son-owen/