The Last Supper.

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 The last suppers in full swing
Your man says ‘ Say a prayer
There is one amongst ye here
For whom this night holds fear
He has gone and sold his soul
For twenty peices of silver’
All who sat there
Scratched their beards
Your man could sure bewilder
‘Jaysus tell us the reason
Why he sold his soul?’
‘The season tickets at Old Trafford
Have just gone up
And your man has only dole!’
Would you go and sell your soul
To go and watch Man Yoo?
I’d rather be called a Judas
So thanks, but no thank you!!!

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 peace.



I just know that someone is going to be waiting at the pearly gates to ask me about the above!!! As the lovely nuns would say at the old convent school, “let’s pray for young Raymond and hope that he finally sees the light!!!”



Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/the-last-supper/