The Premiership

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Just like Pip we hope to climb the social ladder,
Saying goodbye to old Joe Gargery,
Aspiring to Estelle, no wag in the crowd, she,
Hoping that Miss Havisham will be our benefactor.
But Magwitch and Joe the blacksmith,
Remind us of our taproom roots.
Who wants Great Expectations
When the consequence is usury?
Far better sincerity and authenticity.



Thanks to John Oliver for reminding me of that great novel (and great film by David Lean).

Source: https://footballpoets.org/poems/the-premiership/