The Pundit
¶ 1
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“What’s the score going to be?”
I asked my nephew Daniel, three.
“What do you think will be the score?
Will it be another draw?”
¶ 2
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“How many goals will Swindon get?”
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Will it be one, two, three or four?
Or yet another flippin’ draw?
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So you think Town will get one?
The goalscorer? Of course, Fallon?
And what about fourth placed U’s?
Two? To give us all the blues?
¶ 4
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You think that they’ll get none?
That means that we’ll have won!
Three points- cause for celebration,
jumping around in jubilation!
¶ 5
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With seconds of the game to go,
ninety minutes of ebb and flow;
with the scores tied on no goals each,
the cross comes over. What a peach!
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And I’m reminded of Daniel, three
and the words he said to me.
As Fallon- who else?- stoops to score
you should have heard the mighty roar.
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As the Town record their win
I can see his impish grin,
his smile, his laugh, his wide-eyed cheek;
I shall ask him again next week!
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