Eleven Poem by Tom Allport

Eleven



Leave one for Santa
Was the cry from the crowd
It was only a bit of banter
And Santa was very proud
His team was winning ten nil
But he had not scored
Till a back pass from Akin
Gave him the chance to be adored
By the fans who then chanted...
Santa... Santa... has hit the sack
Eleven goals planted
And they are a load of crap.

Friday, November 25, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: football
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