One For A Babby, and The Villa From Me!

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 There are those of us presumptuous
Who insist its in the genes
Or even those amongst us
Envisage our offspring in the team.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 So when I sat and heard the dulcet tones
Exuding from this new born babe
I could imagine her grown up, and down the Fulham Road
On a balmy Saturday.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 When her tiny lungs exploded
I could hear them loud up in The Shed
But her proud father gave that a no no
“It’s The Holt for her” he said.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 Sat stood up midst a Prime Minister
A Kennedy, and a Prince
Seems a fitting place for such a Princess
Where she’ll be cheering on The Villa!

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 So as I reluctantly accepted
Her loyal father’s obvious Midlands choice
I enviously sat there and reflected
On West London’s loss – of a truly blinding voice!



For our beautiful new born second cousin Charlotte
Whose dulcet tones hail from a throat,
Seemingly destined for The Holt!

Carefree….braised in Celery.

Stay well, be lucky and keep smiling.



Source: https://footballpoets.org/poems/one-for-a-babby-and-the-villa-from-me/