This was Hart
¶ 1
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He’s here, he’s there
We’re not allowed to swear:
Paul Hart! Paul Hart!
But and you can whisper
this, he’s everywhere.
In the dug out at Town
arms wide gesticulating
in resignation before being
harangued by fed-up fans.
(Let’s hope he resigns soon.)
Sterile tactics turning fans
off in their droves.
Suggestion that name of
one of Swindon’s sponsors should
be changed in honour of the man:
to ‘4-5-1’ magazine.
¶ 2
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So I escape last weekend
to watch Championship
football on the box
at the in-laws in Reading
and who takes all the
dead balls for the Royals?
Yes, you guessed it – Hart!
That’s Ian in case you
didn’t know.
No relation to his namesake.
At home thought I’d take
a rest from Radio Wiltshire,
but the first station I
tune into is Heart where
predictable choons are a match
for Town boss’s tactics.
¶ 3
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Wondering finally whether I’m
really jinxed I realise that
even the plumber’s name is
Hart. No relation either.
That’s lucky for him…
the plumber that is.
Jokes here abound about plugging
leaky defences, but I won’t
even go there.
Too dishartened, you see.
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