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Sir David Beckham

joe morris

Saturday, June 7th, 2025

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 So arise Sir David Beckham
Now entitled to admission
To the Garrick gentleman’s club
Pour that man a brandy
A Havana cigar of the finest tobacco
Now officer class
The highest of accolades
Yesterday our great British monarch
Becks rubs shoulders with kings
King Charles The Third
Shares pleasantries
With the modest lad from Leytonstone
Hackney Marshes finest
Now accorded seniority status
A knight of the realm
Chivalrous soul
From the days of medieval age
Lords and ladies
Please address this
Gentleman of importance
With a deferential bow
No longer just Becks
Formerly of Manchester United
Sir Alex’s carefully nurtured
From the Old Trafford dream
Factory, where once Giggs, Butt
And Scholes plied their trade
When Premier League titles were
Won with eyes closed
It’s Sir David Beckham
The Right Honourable one
From London’s East End
A man of upper class distinction
It’s Sir if you please
Remember who you’re talking to
Now Sir David formerly of Real Madrid
Will be sharing glittering dinner parties
With presidents and Prime Ministers
No doubt clinking glasses
With the noblesse oblige
Champagne for breakfast
Lunch and tea
Fraternising of course
With titled princes and princesses
Sleeping in affluent
Four poster beds
Silk sheets
And gold brocade
Would Sir like pate and
Foie gras
For breakfast?
Perhaps an audience
At Windsor or
Buckingham Palace
Caviar and smoked salmon
For lunch
A neatly ironed copy
Of the FT
We gather sir
Would like the best seat
At Ascot?
Top hat and tails
Of course
Next to Charles and Camilla
Oh and of course Lady Victoria
Would prefer the
Poshest of company
Now on first name terms
With Kate and William
Please curtsy before
Posh spice
It’s only right and proper
Admire her ladyship’s tiaras
While Sir David
Entertains dukes
From stately piles
Of Persian rugs
Would Sir David
Prefer ginseng or Earl Grey
Tea in the banqueting hall?
Maybe a game of croquet
Or a summer afternoon of Polo
Only the best for Becks
Lordly lawns
Sir David is cordially invited
To the ambassador’s residence
For bridge or baccarat
Be sure of the red carpet treatment
Sir David Beckham
Your yacht awaits
Next to the country mansion
Many a gravelled driveway
With Rolls Royces and Bentleys
By the hundred
Sprawling acres of green affluence
Vast gardens of
Riotous roses of red and yellow
The shrewdest of shrubberies
Sir David, you’ve fallen
On your feet
And landed in the gentry
But still admirably grounded
No airs or graces
It may be a long way
From Leytonstone
But Sir David Beckham
Down to earth
Always patriotic England
Leading from the front
A national treasure
For any occasion

Notes

So Becks is now a Sir. It’s sir David Beckham if you please. Knight of the realm.

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Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/sir-david-beckham/

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