1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Look at the cards
Look how they’re shown to you
For everything you do
And they were all yellow
I came along, I wrote this poem for you
And all the things you do
And it was called yellow

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Yellow Fever

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Graham Poll, it was his birthday
They sang ‘For He’s a Jolly Good Fellow’
He had lots of cards on his mantel
But of course, they all were yellow



While we wait to see if England make the Final, I think we already know that Graham Poll hasn’t. Booking the same player three times in a game was not a good career move. Poor Graham-no-mates – none of his fellow officials told him!

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/yellow/