Crikey Mr Bikey

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Crikey, Mr. Bikey, did you snap in the heat?
A dedicated medic, you despatched from his feet.
Red-carded and regarded as a bit of a buffoon,
Crikey, Mr. Bikey, you let down Cameroon.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 What madness caused this badness ‘neath the tropical sun?
Ghana, no banana skin, you had the game won.
Clock ticking, they were kicking, but now you will rue it.
Crikey, Mr. Bikey, tell me why did you do it?



In injury time in the semi-final and winning 1-0, pushing over a medic and getting sent off in the process probably won’t win a nomination for Sharpest Knife in the Drawer Award 2008.

Source: https://footballpoets.org/poems/crikey-mr-bikey/