William McGonagall – Who did he play for?
¶ 1
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I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as Pele,
Even though I was only three
When Brazil first lifted the Jules Rimet.
¶ 2
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I know that I shall never write a stanza
That’s as exciting as Maradonna.
Though, round the world, infuriated fans are
Still lamenting his lack of honour.
¶ 3
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Even if I could be passionate as Byron
I couldn’t do a couplet to rival Zidane.
But wait, yon cusped orb does still fly on
And the curse of night demands a wee dram
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