They Were Lucky…Yawn, Zzzzz.

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 During the inquest
Into yesterdays farcical debacle,
Over coffee on the famed Fulham Road
We dissected
Our managers recent part in our down fall
With the knowledge of three in the know.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 We discussed the treatment of Petr Cech
Our beloved Eva, and John Terry
Which embarrassed loyal fans of our club
Then this Mouthinio bloke even has the neck
Week after week to castigate the match referee,
A God given right of club managers in the after match pub.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 We’re paying you a shed load of money
Mr Mouthinio, to pose on the touchline
In a Primani suit, and a Matalan coat
So enough is enough, it’s no longer funny
and right now seems like a good time
To get back to doing what you’re saying you know.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 So put a sock in it
Shut it, and zip it closed tight
Concentrate on driving and then parking the bus
The days of us agreeing with your wit
With our silence, with you and your like
Are a tiresome number that gladly is up.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 “Crystal Place were lucky”
Another crumb of wisdom thrown to the media
During your current anus horribilis
You’re right…Palace were indeed lucky
To be in better physical shape, stronger than our team,
and we’re lucky to have bettered us all over the pitch.



Our managers big mouth is boring.
Our over-hyped forwards ain’t scoring
So enough is enough
Get back to parking the bus
Or very soon an axe could be falling.

Stay well, be lucky and keep smiling.



Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/they-were-lucky-yawn-zzzzz/