Sick Note

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 There’s a knock on Alan Sugar’s office door
Darren Anderton stands outside
Sugar beckons him to step within
This talk must be inside

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 ‘Tell me Darren, to what do I owe this pleasure
You rarely come and chat
At least, not without your agent
Who’s a money grabbing p..tt’

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 ‘Well, boss its about money
And Les Ferdinand
I’m supposed to be the highest paid
But its him by about five grand’

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 ‘My contract says if anyone
Earns more dough than me
I’m to have an increase
That puts me top of the tree’

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 Sugar starts to tremble
Anderton sits quite still
Sugar regains his composure
And speaks with a voice so shrill

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 ‘Darren, my son your having a laugh
Have you seen your medical bills?
The fees we pay to your doctor
Is making me feel ill’

7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 ‘Three games in twelve months
And you want a raise?
Are you taking the piss?
You’d better leave this office
Or you’ll get a Hackney kiss’

8 Leave a comment on verse 8 0 peace.



I put this one together after reading an article in one of the papers about Anderton asking Sir Alan Sugar for an increase. I would have loved to have been a fly on the wall in that meeting!!!



Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/sick-note/