Silly Sausage
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Biggleswade, in the cup,
Caff’ was doing sausages,
“Gotta try a couple, Martin,
I don’t care how much it is!”
Had to force the blighters down,
I’d had me flatpack sandwiches
at some obscure petrol station,
down the road where Langford is.
Halftime whistle, goalless still,
so to the clubhouse, nice and clean;
watched some footie on the telly,
(smallest thing I’d ever seen);
headed down behind the goal
a second half that saw our team
put three away in gorgeous style
and book a date with Forest Green.
Last 16 then, in the trophy,
hasn’t been the recent norm.
Gotta stand a chance now, don’t we?
(Just ignore the recent form.)
Not a game to hit and hope we
catch a couple down route one.
Eating vegan burgers, then,
with Crispin,
down at Court Place Farm.
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