“Ha ha” said The Clown
As the curtain came down
And partizan punters fell weeping
After saves with his feet
Elbows, a knee
Shot the England flames down with his keeping.
As last line of defence
And I mean no offence
I can’t spell or pronounce the blokes name.
Yet that night on the telly
As last chance hit his belly
The Clown picked up his gloves, had one last laugh,
Then on air, made his way from the stadium.