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The Pundit

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 “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 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 “How many goals will Swindon get?”
The bestest Chrismas present yet.
Will it be one, two, three or four?
Or yet another flippin’ draw?

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 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 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 You think that they’ll get none?
That means that we’ll have won!
Three points- cause for celebration,
jumping around in jubilation!

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 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!

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 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.

7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 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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Notes

Before the Swindon v Colchester match I asked my 3 year old nephew to predict the outcome. He was spot on. Honest!! Perhaps I’ll take him with me when I do my fixed odds coupon?!!

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/the-pundit/