The Footie Match - Poem by Bob Gibson
The toilets leaking darling, as i woke up with a start!
come and have a look at it, it won't take long sweetheart!
But! the footies almost starting, the lads are on the ground
get me another beer pet, and can you turn up the sound!
That didn't go down to well at all, from what i feel torday
The beer was poured over my head, it was then i heard her say!
get yer sweet ass over there an fix that bloody loo!
Ive' asked yer nicely, yer lazy sod, now see what you can do!
i gorr up rather abruptly, from me beer sodden seat
she was standing hands on hips, her gaze i had to meet!
not a problem honeybunch, i managed with a smile
then i dropped me hammer, and broke a bloody tile!
are you alright she shouted! for me she was not concerned
last night i wanted some slap and tickle, but my love for her was spurned!
I'll never understand wimen, they are players of the mind!
i heard the footie lads all Cheering, oh! life is so unkind
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