Where’s Me Scarf???

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 The quare won’t stop moaning
As she gives the kids a bath
I’ll sneak out through the scullery
But where the hell’s me scarf!

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 The washing up needs doing
Me mates are up the road
Christ what a dilemma
I’m on overload
We go to the pub
Smoke ready rubbed
We gossip and we laugh
Oh God I do feel naked
Stood here without me scarf!

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 I go back home
Yet still she moans
Why don’t she have a laugh?
Like we do at ‘the football’
But I still can’t find me scarf!

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 Perhaps if I ask her nicely
Or buy her twenty fags
She will tell me where it is
The misreable old hag
I stand there wondering what to do
Looking pretty daft
She thinks that I’m an eejit
Looking for me scarf!

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 ‘Oh darling apple of my eye
The kids are in the bath
Shall I take you to the bingo this evening
And have you seen me scarf’?

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 ‘That scarf of yours is in next door
You were drunk at last home game
Singing like Ronan whatasisname
And acting like you’d no brain
Anyway why d’you need it
It caused a massive row
I thought you told me last night
The seasons over now’!

7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 So it was
I’d clean forget
The season was just over
I felt so daft about me scarf
Now where’s me old pullover!!!



As you get ready for the football you always seem to looking for that elusive something at the last minute, thats makes you late! Well I am anyway. Ticket, money, car keys can never find any of them.



Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/wheres-me-scarf/