No clean sheets here
¶ 1
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“Football, football, football
It’s all you ever think about”
Mother flies through the room, with broom
And proceeds to scream and shout
¶ 2
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“Look at all these dirty clothes, strewn everywhere
And mucky boots and muddy kit!”
Now she’s an improver, with hoover
And continues with her hissy fit!
¶ 3
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“And what about your homework?
When will it be done?”
Now she’s a chops buster, with duster
The antithesis of fun
¶ 4
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“Soon, I promise!” (I lied)
“But Mam, let me tell you… I scored!”
Her heart leapt inside, with pride
And like any pumped up mother, she roared!
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