Picking A Winner

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Miroslav Klose comes on to the field
and quickly scores a goal
As the T.V camera’s reveal
An intimate shot of Joachim Low
With his finger up his nose.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 What a wonderful celebration
On that leveller from his shooter
As Low’s jubilant revelation
Showed us how, and it’s pretty crude
He picks his bleeding hooter.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Was he deep in concentration
As his team rode out it’s luck
Or is the simple explanation
His hand was scratching at an itch inside his brain
and his digit just got stuck.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 So don’t dare offer to shake hands
With Joachim Low
When the final whistle blows
Unless of course you’re making plans
On bonding with him, and thus becoming Klose!



Every time the camera zoomed in on the German bench and Joachim Low, there he was stood picking his nose.

Stay well, be lucky and keep smiling.



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