Thoughts In Mind.

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 With the rancid smell of last years pies
Still lingering on the air
We walk past silent turnstiles
To check out changes, if they’re there.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Have the carzies had a coat of paint
Has the concourse had a wash
Has Drogba buggered off to Spain
Like he threatened our last boss.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 And our bawling spitting captain
Has he dried his tear stained face
If he did gob in to Tevez’s pane
His just desserts reward disgrace.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 Frankie Lamps has itchy feet
To re-unite with Jose
As Ricardo, him and Big Phil meet
For one last pay rise showdown.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 They’re back in for pre-season
So big kick off can’t be far
So maybe that’s the reason
For this mornings special delivery
Of me clubs sponsored credit card?



It’s not a season ticket anymore, it’s a credit card and they’ll be no human beings manning our turnstiles,or so we’re lead to believe. We just put this card in a slot and away we go, instant entry to Mecca, and I don’t mean the bingo!

Ten minutes before kick off, it’s lashing down with rain and thousands of half Brahms and Liszt dripping punters trying to get in with cards as the above should a sight thats never been seen before, at least not over at Stamford Bridge !

What clever Dick decide to spend a fortune on this one then Peter mate?

But Kev it’s progress. Sod progress I want a ticket!



Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/thoughts-in-mind/