Old Fred

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Old Fred he is a Wolves man,
He has been all his life.
But Doris isn’t a football fan,
Though she’s his loving wife.
He wakes on Saturday morning,
She lies in for an extra hour.
He dries off with a Wolves towel,
After he has a shower.
He dresses in the bedroom,
Puts on his golden shirt,
He tells his little Doris.
I’m meeting my mate Bert.
I’ll see him by the Molineux,
And go to grab some grub,
We may go to the Asda.
Or maybe to a pub.
If we go in the boozer,
I’ll only have a half.
Have you seen my Wolves hat?
I left it by my scarf.
Well she put in the cupboard,
She hung it on a hook.
‘There you are now Frederic,
Open your eyes and look.’
Now Doris is losing patience,
With her loving Fred,
He’s searching for his Wolves hat,
When he’s got it on his head.
Now Fred’s like many others,
Who doesn’t mean to hurt.
If you think he’s annoying.
Wait till I tell you about Bert.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Robbie Kennedy Bennett


Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/old-fred/