Party Games

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 We fans are paying guests
As the players take to the pitch
They have all the thrills and spills
We get a half-time sandwich

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Our defence takes the stage
For a round of musical statues
We could mop up better at the back
With a man-size box of tissues

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Sometimes it’s like British Bulldog
Sometimes like Blind Mans Buff
We watch other teams leapfrog above us
As we show we’re not good enough

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 The strikers play their own version
Of Pin the Tail on the Eeyore
‘Stick the ball in the back of the net’
The success rate is sadly poor

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 The manager has a game of his own
Captain? Who shall I pick?
Drury, Doc, Fozzy or Rusty?
They’re all going down with the ship



Glenn Roeder is playing ‘Pass the Armband’ – pretty much all the permanent players have had a go this season; if the aliens land at 3pm Saturday and say “Take me to your leader” then we’re in trouble.

Another defeat last night – lost 2-1 at Watford and remain 5 points clear of the you-know-what zone even though we were the “better team”

Source: https://footballpoets.org/poems/party-games/