Why’d You Do It, Big Ron?
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Pick up the ball, la’, in the penalty area
and us playin’ at West Brom in the Cup!
“I thought I heard the Ref’s wee whistle.”
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Nah, t’wasn’t that, Ron: it wuz some Baggie
whistling in the crowd! Any team in stripes,
they oughta be in jail any road. “What’s
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that berd on yer crest, fella?” “A throstle, Wack!
A throstle’s a thrush perched on a sprig o’ hawthorn.”
“Dunno a tressle… looks bloomin’ cuckoo to me.”
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Anyway, ‘s’allrite our Big Ron, our Rowdy Yeats!
True, yer picked up the ball, and give ’em a penalty
— but that season yer lifted the F.A. Cup fer us!
¶ 5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 Christopher T. George
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