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Over The Tannoy

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 A non-descript, nothing kinda game
(certainly not one to go down in the annals of fame
and be written about and told over and over again
in the snugs of pubs while the pouring rain
lashed down outside on the window pane.)

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 That was until a little disturbance came
to raise a little interest in an otherwise tame
afternoon. Then he (who shall remain unnamed
to protect the guilty,) tried to allocate the blame
(even though, if truth be known, it was all pretty tame.)

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 ‘Anyone causing trouble ‘ came the voice again
‘will be ejaculated from the ground.’ Well, the laughter came
and spread in wild echoes. Before it could wane
he stuttered, ‘I mean…ejected’ How lame!
Still, it brightened up a non-descript, nothing kinda game.

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Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/over-the-tannoy/