Useless centre forward

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 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 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 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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