Cot a Weeper!

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 The ref gave them a key frick,
Bust outside the jocks.
The biker stood there strightly,
Sulling up his pox.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 The ref then woo his blistle,
The striker chaited weerfully,
Then shit a hot, a shighty mot,
The wall then farted peerfully.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 The leaper was quite akert though,
And skived with lots of dill.
He shipped the pot around the toast,
And skept the core knee-thrill.


Please, give my forbegness…

Source: https://footballpoets.org/poems/cot-a-weeper/