Weleath Woger!

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Back in the early nineteen thicthtieth,
Woger O’Wourke had a lithp.
He couldn’t get hith tongue awound his r’th,
Though the wetht of hith thpeech wath quite cwithp.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 He played for Thwanthea Thity but
He had a wun-in with hith both,
Who gave him a fine and a clip wound the ear,
When Woger O’Wourke got too cwoth.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 “You can rage all you like!” thaid hith manager.
“No limits I place on your rage!
But if you should start to get stroppy with me,
Don’t go past the “mildly-cross” stage!”

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 Tho, Woger then telephoned bold Jimmy Hill,
And thaid, “I don’t know how to gauge
My levelth of wath, and I’m weally annoyed!
Letth abolish the minimum wage!”


Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/weleath-woger/