Shaun Wright-Phillips and the Sheep
¶ 1
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Shaun Wright-Phillips acquired a pet ram.
He picked it up reasonably cheapish,
But when it is mentioned,
He gets hyper-tensioned,
And looks quite embarrassed and sheepish.
¶ 2
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It costs him a sizeable fortune
To feed this most ravenous beast.
Financial advisers,
All sheep-hating misers,
Declare that the lad has been fleeced.
¶ 3
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Now Shaun gets unmerciful slagging,
But he knows that its par for the course,
But the red mist descends
When some unthinking friends
Discuss the appeal of mint sauce.
¶ 4
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The sheep goes to all of the matches,
And viciously bleats at the ref,
And it’s never freaked out
By the crowd round about,
Because it is quite Mutton Jeff.
¶ 5
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It stayed well indoors for the Wolves match
(The dangers could not have been clearer.)
And it ran off in shame
At the Newcastle game,
Afraid it might meet Alan Shearer.
¶ 6
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The fleece of this ovine companion
Was the talk of the entire town.
In Winter, it fully
Grew fluffy and woolly,
But in Spring, it was Shaun Wright-Down.
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