Time To…Get Over It!

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 The knives are out, fingers point
What if wotsit had of played?
Hooters been kicked out of joint
Whole squad is being slayed.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Twitterati go for the nearly men
What never made the trip?
There’s even twits comparing Sunday’s men
To fine squad of Sixty Six?

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 There’ll be questions in The Commons next
Citing Hodgson’s resignation
They’re a bunch of toffs what does one expect
From those chaps at Con Dem nation?

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 Er, fans, we‘ve lost a football match
It’s not like someone died?
Life goes on, you’re gonna have setbacks
We’ll soon regain our pride.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 So enjoy the remaining matches
Though we never quite got the trip
With Monday’s news having been dispatched
To wrapping fish n chips!



Sundays match is history
Tomorrow we’ll look forward
The future is a mystery
The past cannot be altered!

There yer go then, what about that little bit of wisdom, dedicated to the: whingers, whiners, twits, faecebookers an all them wallowing in self pity, who only seem happy when they’re having a a right pop at the lads in The Ingerland team. Er fans it’s over, done, we’re out, it’s time to move on methinks?

Go well and be lucky.



Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/time-to-get-over-it/