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One For Sorrow – Part Three

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 A magpie was hanging from a tree,
The owl from Sheffield said, “Deary me.
Has it got so bad to use a rope,
It’s so sad if you’ve given up hope”.
With one peck he cut the magpie down.
And in a thrice he awoke with a frown.
“I must give you thanks for saving me,
But things are not what they seem to be.
I found this rope, tried to make a swing.
And was soon tangled up in the thing.
Two things I must see before I die,
Promotion, win a cup, happy magpie”
The owl gave a wink and scratched his head,
“For a minute I thought you were dead,
Next season when you come to our ground,
I will be glad to show you around.
We will both get promoted you will see,
And soon win a cup for you and me.
But don’t get down hearted win or lose,
There is no other teams that we’d choose”
The magpie nodded and shed a tear,
“Owl I must thank you for being here.
Next year I can cheer on my team,
Like true supporters follow a dream”

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Notes

I had a hard job to get to sleep last night, so I got up to watch the replay of the England v Kazakhstan match, that soon did the trick. jim

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/one-for-sorrow-part-three/