Norman Hunter
¶ 1
Leave a comment on verse 1 0
Some said that he was cynical,
Some said he was the dregs,
His tackling could be cynical,
His thighs like beer kegs.
He’d slide in like a jumbo jet
Upon a crate of eggs,
And boy, you felt it if you let
Bold Norman bite yer legs.
Comments
0 Comments on the whole Poem
Create an account to leave a comment on the whole Poem
0 Comments on verse 1
Create an account to leave a comment on verse 1