Ode to the Moaner
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To those who sit and moan complain
And hide behind A N Other name
Whose email addies dont work out
Who never speak but rant and shout
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Who spend their day behind a screen
In a made up world of make believe
Jealousy a poison fang
Because they cannot join the gang
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They drone about those glory days
Of lands so far so far away
On matches that they didnt see
Apart from those on TV
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A hallowed place they occupy
To spit their anger and their bile
And waste all of their energy
In pretending what they’ll never be
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Football Poets came to life
For those whose love of verse combined
With football played out on the park
And not for those sat in a nark
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Calling names like schoolyard bores
Picking self inflicted sores
“It’s all for fun” the eds have said
Now put your petty pen to bed
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Counting poems by the score
“Oh she and he they’ve posted more!”
For gentle folk but pure in heart
Behave now or its that RED CARD!
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