Rory’s rocket
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He’s gained a rep somewhat of a loafer
“Who cares, launch it” bellowed the gaffer
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For insight on Stoke Ramblers very own duffer
Read Brittania Pulis not zonal Red Rafa
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To retrieve the ball you’d need a chuck wagon
Hefty throw from the hidden dragon
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Pellet launched, weighing a hefty tonne
Bullet like force as the opposition it’ll stun
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Just what of it all would Sir Stanley make?
As purists scream this football’s all fake
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But as the fireball descends and opposing backs freeze
It’s more celebration at the potteries
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Number 7
© Emdad Rahman
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