September 23, 2012

 

 

He spent his life in the ‘sin bin’,

both on the field and off.

Often arriving home legless, through

copious amounts he liked to quaff.

 

 

 

 

For a change she was speechless,

dumbfounded, agog.

When she saw to her cost,

what he’d written on his blog.

 

 

 

 

Channel your anger

by walking away.

Avoid a stroke and

live to see the next day.

 

 

 

 

With sloppiness in evidence, they

looked like they hadn’t turned up.

Imagine losing to a non league side

in the first round of the cup!

 

 

 

 

The first half started promisingly,

with new signings seeming to gel.

But then two penalties against them,

meant the game turned into hell.

 

 

 

 

There was an element of laziness

that trickled through his game, or,

perhaps his confidence was shaken,

as after his injury, he was never the same.

 

 

 

 

 

We need a strong team leader,

a fighter with a positive vibe,

who’ll turn around our fortunes,

and this family club revive.

 

 

 

 

His falling was appalling,

but by the ref, left overlooked.

He deserved his marching orders, or

certainly should have been booked.

 

 

 

 

 

It was superfluous to their needs,

a carbuncle coming to a head.

They needed to lance the boil

in order to forward tread.

 

 

 

 

September 18, 2012

 

 

True, he set the bench mark,

but he was also up for a lark.

So he nipped her off to Greenwich,

for lunch near the Cutty Sark.

 

 

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