Useless centre forward
¶ 1
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A useless centre forward, he would kick the ball awry.
Chances came and chances went and chances passed him by.
It mattered not his well-timed run or where the ball was put.
It seemed the ball came always off the outside of his foot.
¶ 2
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Although it seemed to many, it might be a big mistake
They asked him on his wedding day to cut the wedding cake.
“Just a narrow slice for me,” exclaimed the blushing bride,
But no-one raised an eyebrow when the striker sliced it wide.
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