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Suds Law

S B Ingle

Thursday, September 28th, 2006

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Fighting on the team bus (allegedly)
Passed the time coming home from Plymouth Argyle
Pity they didn’t spill more guts earlier
For the fans who went the extra 300 miles

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Team spirit served up in single measure
Squad numbers thin on the ground
High balls replaced the passing game
For which we were once renowned

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Our club is at the ‘Crossroads’ (the original balsa wood soap opera)
And as we know, that closed down twice
We’re down to last chance cliches
Of saloons and rolling dice

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 Our future is uncertain
A new boss must come to save us
Before another clown suggests
Amalgamation with our ‘Neighbours’ (Aussie soap with jolly theme tune)

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 Norwich City and Ipswich Town join forces
Strength in strikers and defenders
This is where old players live out their days
So the team we’ll name ‘East Enders’ (soap inflicting misery and gloom on long suffering fans – sounds familiar)

© S B Ingle 27.9.06

Notes

Delia sniping at Nigel and the players, players fighting among themselves – something has to change. Dion Dublin is a good acquisition, maybe he will be appointed player coach with Martin Hunter as manager… Or have the board being hiding pennies from Nigel in order to tempt Curbishley or some such man of his ilk? Probably not…

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/suds-law/