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The Scapegoat

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Once he was a subtle fist, extremely well disguised,
Belonging to a genius who once was eulogised.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 And once he was an honest man, complete with turnip’s head,
Ridiculed around the land for everything he said.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 He’s often been the lottery of penalty despair,
Bottled shots that dash all hopes, whilst flying through the air.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 Once he was a mild young man, spread-eagled on the ground,
Who swung a weak and lazy leg, and fury did abound.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 Once he was a flukey lob that soared o’er Seaman’s head,
Completely unintentional, or so the papers said.

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 And now he is a referee who spotted Terry’s block,
Angering a nation with a minute on the clock.

7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 Scapegoats help to form a wall, deflecting fierce shots wide,
For England never can be beaten by a better side.

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