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The Burger Bar

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 At the burger bar the cooks grill and fry
while the Yellow Army queue to buy –
chips with a beefburger, cheeseburger,
double cheeseburger, belly buster,
hot dog, or even a local pie.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Perhaps the steak pasties catch your eye,
but if you don’t want an animal to die
choose cheesy chips or a veggie burger
at the burger bar.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 The prices charged are really not that high
though the fat levels may make your doctor sigh.
There are sauces to suit each supporter –
ketchup, mustard, H.P, salt and pepper.
Our half-time hunger we can all satisfy
at the burger bar.

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Notes

This poem was originally written for the Torquay United programme but did not get in, another of my poems did instead. There was a suggestion the reference to dead animals might offend some.
After watching a live stream of the first half of the first home match of this season, 3/10/2020 I posted the poem on Twitter @DaveMartin46 and after the final whistle posted it here. We sneaked a 1-0 win and you could say Stockport were robbed, but that’s football. We did defend well.
And I grilled my own half time burger.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/the-burger-bar/