“Football, football, football
It’s all you ever think about”
Mother flies through the room, with broom
And proceeds to scream and shout
“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!
“And what about your homework?
When will it be done?”
Now she’s a chops buster, with duster
The antithesis of fun
“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!