Dishonest Abe The Referee - Poem by nathan martin
he's honest so honest until you hand
him a whistle.
he's tall with a old styled puritanical
brown beard trimmed neatly to look
like abe lincoln, and he wears a blank
and white striped shirt.
he's dishonest abe the referee
and he will call you for sh**t that
you never did.
he's dishonest abe and he is convinced
that all men are created equal.
unless your are a tall red headed defender
then he will run around all over the field
hasseling you with his black whistle hanging
out the side of his mouth.....
and he's dishonest he's dishonest abe the referee.
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