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The Close Season.

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Put your scarf and shirt in mothballs
Put your rattle in the loft
Put your treasured rosette somewhere safe
So it don’t get lost!

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Saturdays are coming
Where nothings going on
No cheering, jeering, singing
A life bereft of song?

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 I think I’ll have a lie in
Catch up on some sleep
Dream about the season just gone
It was fantastique!!!

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 What am I gonna do with meself
Now the close season is here?
Sit inside the betting shop
Or swig on pints of beer?

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 As I’m not a drinker
Although I like a bet
All afternoon in a smoky bookies
Is not for me just yet!

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 There’s no football in the papers
Cricket’s everywhere
A game for toffs and Yorkshiremen
All whites and brylcreemed hair!

7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 Three-o-clock will just be wierd
Each and every week
Maybe I’ll take a holiday
To watch football out in Greece?

8 Leave a comment on verse 8 0 Twenty to five
Will be so strange
Without James Alexander Gordon
No football scores
Away wins or draws
My life will just be boredom!!!

9 Leave a comment on verse 9 0 peace.

Notes

Its here that time of year!

peace.

kev.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/the-close-season-2/