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Robbie’s Keen?

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Is he romancing and chancing his arm?
His boyhood dreams or funny farm?
His demeanour never the keenest
As for finishing? Never the cleanest
Now he’s gone back down the lane
Sure tis only twelve quid on the train

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 In some games he really just got in the way
Arms either outstretched or hiding his face
Many’s a time my tongue gave him a lashing
My telly remote took a terrible bashing
Watching him was just sheer frustration
Was football really his true vocation?
Avoiding the ball like it was a bomb
Then scoring a double at home to West Brom
We all thought at that point the corner was turned
Until chance after chance were continually spurned

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 I think in the end Rafa just had enough
Rare forays were ever more cringeworthy stuff
Time by the Mersey now covered in fog
Sat on the bench watching David Ngog
There were 2 trains of thought as to whether you shone
The one that brought you and the one you left on.

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Notes

Robbie Keane has gone.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/robbies-keen/