Ode To Robert Koren
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Goodbye Robert Koren; Our Robbie; dearest Bob.
We all shed a tear for you- nay, maybe even a sob.
You’ve been told that you’re worthless and can go now for nowt
Worth not a jot, a pound or a penny- so, go on- get out!
¶ 2
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And yet, there you are, Captain of a World Cup team
playing pretty well, or so it would seem
to an uneducated man, such as myself,
who hasn’t the knowledge, experience or wealth
¶ 3
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to decide if someone’s worth millions or, apparently, zero
(even though, in Slovenia, you’re something of a hero
and, if truth be told, are we so inundated with skill
that, shark-like, we needed to go, so ruthlessly, in for the kill?)
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Then, blow me, you score, in their very first game!
Slovenia win 1-0; this must surely add to your fame
and your value to boot… Ha! This is Heaven sent!
Oh yes, I forgot- you’re now a free agent!
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Well frankly, I can’t wait to see who we must have lined up
for assault on the Premier League and the FA Cup
if Koren’s worth nada; can be tossed clear away..
It must be Rooney and Ronaldo signing for us any day…..
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