Our Local Fish and Chip Shop
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Our local fish and chip shop
Put out a football team.
They started off quite brightly but
They soon ran out of steam.
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Barry Fry, their manager,
Was dabbing at his face,
Not for the first time, he admitted
He was out of plaice.
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The keeper of this makeshift team
Was hardly any use.
He misjudged all the crosses which
Conspired to cook his goose.
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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.
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Young Vinny Gar served up the tripe,
That’s what he did the best.
He tried to cod the referee
Who seemed quite unimpressed.
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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.
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