Reality Check?
¶ 1
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I’m stood in The Slug and Lettuce
Up the Junction yesterday afternoon.*
When out of the corner of my eye
On one of the huge plasma’s
I note Ireland are beating Scotland
8 points to nothing in The Rugby.
¶ 2
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Fings are further on the up
When Demba Ba
Takes an Oscar winning tumble
Up at The Etihad.
Penalty! We roar
Though no one up in Manchester can hear us.
¶ 3
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Up steps a confident Frankie Lamps
Steadies himself
Trying to out psych Joe Hart.
Begins his run up,
Shoots,
And the rest (of the day) is….. misery.
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Later on same day, a pal of mine,
Who’s been lying in a coma
Since the end of October,
Seems to vaguely recognise me, and squeeze my hand gently,
As I pay him a visit in hospital.
¶ 5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 Now there’s cause for real celebration, and a reality check!
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