World Cup-Come On

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 The tele’s by the couch,
The beer’s are in,
The curtains closed,
Because I won’t be in.
The fridge is stacked,
With easy stuff to cook,
Stacked pillows and blankets,
And the phone of the hook.
There’s a week to go,
And I’m now wearing the shirt,
The time table’s open,
Just my notes to insert.
Started biting my nails,
Another six days to wait,
It’s this hanging around,
That’s the bit that I hate.
Come On my team,
Our team, I quietly sing our song,
because this is a good team,
They can do nothing wrong.
Oh, I must set the recorder,
To watch it again,
Every time we win,
This beautiful game.


Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/world-cup-come-on/