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Pie Faced

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 It’s no Pie in the Sky
When the feathers all fly,
When the big man went off
And returned with a pie.
He stood on the side-line
Enjoying each bite,
But it didn’t go down well
As he picked the wrong night.
Marching orders came Suttonly
And he’s now on his way,
I Bet he regrets choosing
That Play of the Day.

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Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/pie-faced/