Time of The Season.

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Knives are poised, they often are
Some blame Brexit, VAR
Others deem the chaps as looking tired
Clubs zoom them off to foreign shores
A well-earned bonding jaunt from you and yours
Living in the daily realms of…being fired.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 An international break or two
Offers r and r for the chosen few
What never get the call up from their country?
Or, ”I’ve retired from international games
Spend time with the family, learn their names

Maybe earn a nice few extra quid from punditry”.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Gaffers face is looking gaunt
Opposition fans are heard to taunt,
“You’re getting sacked tomorrow morning”,
Home fans stand and shout aloud
In despairing voices tinged with proud
“Maybe so, at least we’re never boring”.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 Withered hacks within the press
Proclaim your club is in a right old mess
Nothing can’t be sorted by a nice few bob
Loyal coaches offer their support
For a fellow pro, a thoroughly decent sort
Then call their agents checking out his job.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 The touch-line seems a lonely place
When all that’s tried ain’t saving face
and the chaps are having one almighty mare
I’ve seen that awful look of sheer despair
Sat and watched it from a plastic chair
My heart goes out to any poor sod stood there.

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 Millionaires will still be paid
We’ll be there come Saturday
Despite being the brunt of inoffensive gags
Being tin tacked ain’t no joke
Ask any hard-working class folk
It’s about as funny as The CSA with absent dads.

7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 Peace.


Three or four names are in the frame, time of the season for a change?




Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/time-of-the-season/