“Withering Vines”
¶ 1
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I’d really love you
To prove me wrong
But I don’t think
You were worth your song
Truth be told
Your pedigree’s not bad
But on current form
We’ve been had!
Some hustle and bustle
But little flair and skill
Really can’t see you
Scoring at will.
Granted..my own footballing talent
Would fill half your toe
And I can’t show any medals
But think you should go
I’ve never hounded players
Shouted out loud
But I’ve already realised
You won’t be doing us proud.
Even though you have
Played for Tooting
This isn’t sour grapes
For my beloved Dulwich Hamlet
You haven’t got what it takes.
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