Dear Santa
Please, please, please
Read this letter,
From a sad
Middle aged bloke
Who’s also a Muslim.
I know at this age
I should be suffering from mid-life crisis
Dying my hair, green
Buying a Harley Davidson or
Dreaming of sharing a Paradise Island
Inhabited by buxom lasses,
Instead of pulling my hair out
After Boro’s gutless performance.
Please, please, please
Read this letter,
In the season of goodwill
Written by a Muslim
On behalf of all suffering souls
Who are Middlesbrough F.C. supporters.
All I ask is:
A brave heart
Big and strong
Who can make the penalty box
His domain.
Couple of war horses,
Full backs
Who relish the battle
And allow no-one to pass.
At least one midfielder
Who’s not faint–hearted
Or glass-legged
Has the fire in his heart
And vision to conquer.
A striker, maybe two
Prolific, greedy
Like a fox in the box
Or a big power house
Who frightens the life
Out of defenders and goalkeepers.
Please, please, please
Help dear Santa
I can not see
How else Boro are going to
Win a match.
Love
Khadim 52 & 1/4
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