Mrs Ingle, please pray tell

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Mrs Ingle, please pray tell
(For my nerves are shot to hell)
Tell me how young Wesley’s doing over there?
Is he pining for his home
Far away o’er sea and foam?
Is he getting any tender loving care?

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 There were times he seemed so small,
Defenders shrugged him off the ball,
Maternal instincts flared with every foul
And the day he went away
We begged him on our knees to stay,
As his forlorn figure chilled us to the bowel.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Up to Livingstone he went,
Where the poor wee wretch then spent
A lot of time out injured eating porridge.
Then to Blackpool where his skill
Mesmerised the fans until
Money talked and off he went to Norwich.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 We had heard that your last coach
Utilised the wrong approach
To get the best from players such as Wes.
But it seems our darling son
Is now on something of a run,
At least that’s what a friend in Wymondham says.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 Yes we miss him very much,
Miss that feint and great first touch.
Since he went away we haven’t been the same.
And of course we wish him well
But Mrs. Ingle, please pray tell
Do you think that he will make it in the game?



Though they may wander far out into the wide world, you still think of them every so often. (Wesley Hoolahan, former Shels favourite, now plying his trade with Norwich)

Source: https://footballpoets.org/poems/mrs-ingle-please-pray-tell/