The Viola in Yellow
¶ 1
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Why do they call them the Viola?
It isn’t so easy to see.
For they are not playing in viola,
They’re playing in yellow it seems.
¶ 2
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Well, I forked out twenty-five euros
To watch Viola playing tonight,
But find them all decked out in yellow,
It somehow just don’t seem quite right.
¶ 3
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Their shirts are as yellow as custard.
Their shorts are as yellow as mustard.
Their socks and their boots are both of the same hue,
Which leaves me dumbfounded and flustered.
¶ 4
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Their followers wear viola scarves.
And “Forza Viola!” they chant.
But that vile Away Strip is the colour of sick,
Oh, doesn’t it just break your heart?
¶ 5
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Some day I shall pop down to Florence
To witness them playing at home.
Perhaps then they will play in viola,
In viola and true to their name.
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24/9/10
Denys E. W. Jones
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