1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 The frog on the Tyne
Is all mine, all mine
Or so many a young girl wished
As the adopted Geordie dished
The dirt
With a smile and a flirt
Pretending he was hurt
After his theatrical tumble
Caused a rumble
And then a roar
Down from the stands, the invective would pour
And the poor referee would bear the brunt
“Oi you fat …..”, Oh dear, what a witch-hunt


No offence intended

Source: https://footballpoets.org/poems/daveed/