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Poultry in Motion.

HUGH MORRIS

Thursday, January 1st, 2004

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 I’ve got a mate named Arthur,
And it’s enough to make you weep,
Won himself a million pound
In a lucky ticket sweep;
He already spent a deal of it
Without thinking twice,
Bought a village football team
At a bargain basement price…

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 They’re called Doddering Wanderers,
And it really is a shame,
That Arthur in his wisdom
Intends to change their name,
And call them Doddering Hotspur,
Says they’ll wear their badge with pride,
A rooster perched upon a ball,
(Who’s for Kentucky Fried?)…

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Newcastle sports a magpie,
Sheffield Wednesday has an owl,
But folk who live in Doddering
Will use language that is fowl,
When they witness their beloved
Home team mortally stricken,
In shirts resplendent with a badge
Of a rampant chicken…

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 If they’re asking my opinion,
Arthur’s lost the plot,
Wanderers have some history,
But Spurs are not so hot,
The fans should pluck up courage,
Tell Arthur what to do,
Give him back his money
And say,”Cock-a-toodle-oo…”

© Llew Beaton 1 January 2004.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/poultry-in-motion/