World Cup in the Care Home
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In an old folk’s care home after lunch time
The match is on, the whole world waits with baited breath
Apart from in here.
¶ 2
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Old ladies, nodding heads in tall chairs sleeping
The game is tense, the snores are loud and clear
Nobody weeps yet
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The GOAL, the GOAL one cry is frenzied passion
From carers gathered near to watch the match
This could be it now
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Eight heads shoot up from shock at rude awakening
Not caring that the whole world’s on their edge
“What’s going on here?”
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Then slowly seven heads slump back to dreaming
Except for one who needs to know the score
“Where is my tea?”
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It’s not time yet, the kitchen isn’t ready.
The head goes back down on to fragile chest
England go out!
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