Robbie Keane aged 14

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 The summer term was over, and the holidays were on,
To earn a bit of money, Robbie worked with Uncle John,
His uncle was a kindly man, a plasterer by trade,
And Robbie was well pleased with all the money that he made.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 A clinic was upon the list of houses to be plastered,
And Robbie practised at the trade and shortly had it mastered,
A week they toiled and mixed and screed beneath the burning sun,
Till soon there only was the pebble-dashing to be done.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 But time was short and John moved on to start another job,
Leaving Rob instructions and a bonus of ten bob,
And yes, he quickly polished off the doctor’s surgery,
For Uncle john knew well that Robbie finished clinically

Source: https://footballpoets.org/poems/robbie-keane-aged-14/