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August 10, 2012
I cannot live with him in the ‘close season’
He goes through a kind of bereavement
In mourning for ‘Match of the Day’!
His favourite players transferred to the enemy
Sick beyond words
Lolling mindlessly around the house
Under my feet
Grumpy, jumpy
Wanting more rumpty – tumpty!
Giving me hell.
Moaning he’s unwell.
Roll on next season
Give him a reason
to live, to exist
To come home elated
To peacefully sleep
Get our life back on track
and our sanity keep.
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