Eat Your Heart Out

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 We recently named a club diner
An American style eaterie
It used to be ‘Scores’ – but we didn’t
And previously ‘Strikers’ but we sold them all-

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 So they’ve renamed it “Yellows”
Well that just says it all
They might as well call it “Cowards”
“We surrender” chalked on the wall

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Skinny chips, with a cup of weak tea
With sugar free fruit and jelly
Asparagus tips and well-bred ham
Accompanied by vermicelli

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 What sort of name is “Yellows”?
Well, this fan has had enough
The Coward from the Country
Has decided to get tough

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 We don’t want to be hosted by daffodils
Or resemble tubs of custard
We’re not basking in warm sunshine
Time for stereotypes to be busted

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 We’re mean; we’re hard; we’re nasty
Don’t be misled by yellow hue
Don’t follow the herd, no kowtow
Call me Buttercup and I’ll sue!



Of all the names in all the world. And they had to call it Yellows.

Advice to kids: pick a team, any team. As long as they don’t play in YELLOW.

RED: blood, heart, passion

BLUE: skys the limit

GREEN: lucky; ‘rub of the green’

YELLOW: bad news. Yellow belly, yellow fever, Yellow Pages. Case rested.

Source: https://footballpoets.org/poems/eat-your-heart-out/