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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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