Silver Haired Striker
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My nan just loves her football
she goes to matches every week,
but now she wants to play as well
saying she’s strong and at her peak.
“But nan you’re in your eighties
and around six stone wet,
you’ve got a pair of dodgy knees
so how can you stick the ball in the net ?”
“Your eyes aren’t that sharp these days
and you can’t walk without your stick
you’re out of puff going up the stairs
so a ball you’d struggle to kick.”
But she’s got some trendy boots
and bought a nice new football kit,
she’s had a thorough examination
and the doctor passed her as fighting fit.
So look out for a little old white haired lady
the next time you’re at a game,
she’ll be easy to spot on the pitch
as she’s the one with the zimmer frame !
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