The Match Referee
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The footballing sides are both led out
By a man in black; the match referee
He’s tall, slender, a catholic devout
His influence is great, as sure as can be
¶ 2
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He blows his whistle to start this game
Observing the play, with eyes of a hawk
A tackle flys in, determined to maim,
He’s pulled to one side for a serious talk
¶ 3
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When the game restarts, play moves upfield
The away side advances, forcing the play
Their talisman winger his actions revealed
Is quickly upended to the crowds dismay
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They soon vent their fury; it never was a foul
But the ref takes charge and points to the spot
A defender confronts him, his face such a scowl
His expression says it all; the ref’s lost the plot
¶ 5
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The resulting spot kick is scored with aplomb
Much to the delight of the away support
The home crowd are livid to be losing by one
The ref’s decision-making, devoid of all thought
¶ 6
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This solitary goal, which decided the game
Was debatable at least? It was there for all to see
The home fans knew, where to portion such blame
Their fury remained towards that match referee
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