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What, Me Ref?

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Aw c’mon Ref
I never touched him.
He just tripped
Over his own feet.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 I was nowhere near him
He was going that fast
You know his reputation,
He’s good.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 And it’s raining,
The grass is slippery,
And he was trying to “jink” through.
Honest.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 You know he’s dived before now,
You’ve booked him yourself.
And he’s got a equity card,
Just look at the histrionics.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 Honest Ref,
I was nowhere near him.
Stud marks?
Where?

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 You can’t book me for that,
I’m an innocent man.
RED?
How do you justify that?

7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 Ok, the stretcher doesn’t help,
Neither did the crack,
As his leg hit the ground,
But red!

8 Leave a comment on verse 8 0 Sorry boss, I was spotted.
Maybe the big eyes trick
Doesn’t work any more.
I’ll try harder next time.

9 Leave a comment on verse 9 0 Maybe I should just concentrate
On the big smile,
And the baby face
And finish with “What, me ref?”

Notes

You all know who you are,
and so do we.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/what-me-ref/