What’s The Worst Job You Ever Had?

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Some gigs ain’t worth the trouble
For the ta’s one gets from partisan crowds
When the passionate and somewhat befuddled
Are swearing blind: “That throw you gave ’em was ours”

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Stood amidst two adversaries, barking out orders,
Whilst cussing all and sundry at will
Ain’t exactly what you’d call a stroll of a morning
Blue clouds serenely shadowing hills?

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Arms out stretched, while a pair of vexed
Pent up faces bawl in your ear
Is a thankless task and an insane lark
Us brave punters wouldn’t dare to go near.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 Is something missing from a citizens psyche
Are they avid fans of verbal abuse?
What perversely makes a human being like it?
Having thousands diss the things, that they do?

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 Imagine being at Anfield last Sunday afternoon
Two bawling Glaswegians, with you stuck in the middle
You’d be ordering two new ear-drums any time soon
Post being struck down deaf,
So I ask you, who’d wanna be the fourth match official?



Listening to the cracking Five Live presentation of last Sunday’s full-on Merseyside Derby, the commentator pointed out and said he felt really sorry for this poor bloke (the 4th official) stuck between King Kenny and Davie Moyes, both trying to verbally spur their teams on to victory from the touchline.

A Glaswegian bawling in either ear, pretty scary or what?



Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/whats-the-worst-job-you-ever-had/