Spongers In A Jam.
¶ 1
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Pupils at Malvern Primary School,
No longer kick a real football.
Banned by the head, Julie Peach,
Foot on leather now out of reach.
Health and safety says a sponge ball,
Is the one to kick whilst at school.
So after rain when out to play,
The ball absorbs water on the way,
The grit will get into the pores,
And dirt in eyes as head scores.
The ball will feel like half a ton,
And the game will lose all it’s fun.
The district that taught Stevie G,
Alas no longer the place to be.
To fulfil a lad’s boyhood dream,
And lead with pride his boyhood team.
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