One For A Babby, and The Villa From Me!
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There are those of us presumptuous
Who insist its in the genes
Or even those amongst us
Envisage our offspring in the team.
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So when I sat and heard the dulcet tones
Exuding from this new born babe
I could imagine her grown up, and down the Fulham Road
On a balmy Saturday.
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When her tiny lungs exploded
I could hear them loud up in The Shed
But her proud father gave that a no no
“It’s The Holt for her” he said.
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Sat stood up midst a Prime Minister
A Kennedy, and a Prince
Seems a fitting place for such a Princess
Where she’ll be cheering on The Villa!
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So as I reluctantly accepted
Her loyal father’s obvious Midlands choice
I enviously sat there and reflected
On West London’s loss – of a truly blinding voice!
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