Parody of Leisure (W.H.Davies)
¶ 1
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What is this game so full of care,
we’re not allowed to stand and swear?
¶ 2
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Not allowed to kick some striker’s shin,
who cares for rules, I want to win.
¶ 3
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Not allowed to argue, though we’re always right,
else booked by the ref for starting a fight.
¶ 4
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Not allowed to shoot an evil glance,
and two footed lunges – not a chance!
¶ 5
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Not allowed to wait ’till your defence can,
perfect the formation your manager began.
¶ 6
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A poor game is this, so full of rules,
referees are a bunch of fools.
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