The Wages of Sin
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Pennies from heaven did seem to fall
Upon Swindon’s goalie, Steve Mildenhall,
But Steve, arithmetical right to the end,
Ignored the ball when he stooped to bend
To count all the coinage from Oxford’s sharp flak,
Whenever his team contrived to attack –
But Steve wanted three points and none of that tin,
For losing to Oxford means wages of sin,
So Steve, although hard up and not at all flash,
Took away three points and left all that cash,
Departing, exclaiming, “I’m certain, I’m bound,
That in that goal-mouth there lies 50 pound.”
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