The Request

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 The fate of West Ham…..is now in god’s hands
And Lord knows we need some direction
So Curbs listen up….if you want to stay up
Take a butchers at my ‘Survival for Dummies’ collection

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Take your Upton Park squad…line ’em up on the sod
Weed out the ones wearing glasses
Get an optomotrist…to select from this list
The ones who can’t see to make passes

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Pick one from the bunch… who loves to eat lunch
Fat blokes make natural keepers
Choose a player with size… ‘cos the meat on his thighs
Will block our net from a goal strikers peepers

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 With the goalie in place… you’ll now need some pace
To whip down the wings on both sides
And with all due respect… you’ll get more effect
From mouthy gits who know how to dive

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 Now you have wingers….who are good handbag swingers
You’ll next need three plonkers for strikers
Pick blokes with thick necks…and muscles that flex
Who could scare leather pants off big bikers

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 The midfield comes next…pick blokes who are vexed
At your new signing’s outrageous wage sum
They’ll complain and they’ll scoff …but they’ll work their bums off
Just to help send him back where he came from

7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 Last comes defence….pick blokes who’ll dispence
Bone crushing tackles like Normans
If that doesn’t fly…..you can wave us goodbye
As you pick up your cards from the boardroom.

8 Leave a comment on verse 8 0 With that off my chest…I’ve put in a request
Though you may think I’m being too satirical
But if it’s just not too late…and God’s not signed our fate
I’m asking for small West Ham miracle.

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