Our Local Fish and Chip Shop

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Our local fish and chip shop
Put out a football team.
They started off quite brightly but
They soon ran out of steam.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Barry Fry, their manager,
Was dabbing at his face,
Not for the first time, he admitted
He was out of plaice.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 The keeper of this makeshift team
Was hardly any use.
He misjudged all the crosses which
Conspired to cook his goose.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 To be fair, he held his hands up
And said it was his fault,
But all his team mates shrugged and took it
With a pinch of salt.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 Young Vinny Gar served up the tripe,
That’s what he did the best.
He tried to cod the referee
Who seemed quite unimpressed.

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 Then on came Ray who, truth be told,
Was quite a decent sweeper,
But the ref was forced to call a halt
When someone chipped the keeper.


Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/our-local-fish-and-chip-shop/