The beautiful game they all say it is!
That our home nation is its founder.
Yet I watch and boo and hiss
To see my team flander!
A team worth millions
In a competition worth billions,
Can seem to muster a win,
Or get a ball in the bin!
It makes me very sad,
That even when you are good
You still look bad.
Cos u miss the goal and the wood!
There on the stair!
What do you mean?
There was a mouse
Really in my house ?
Your abode isn’t clean !
That point I concur is quite fair
One leads to 2 Which leads to 3 and so on until 37 and it goes 38 38 then of course 39.
Ah but u then spot and you fix this boo boo.
But who who is watching or counting.
The mad duke of the mountain who shouts.
But you now have 3 forty threes.
No!!!
Bang
Accountant dead..
They walked together along the path
Friends, brothers, clans men
For the taken they the blood oath
Using a sword and not a pen
They had formed a pact
To support one and other
No falsehood but a true fact
They actually hated another
He set of down the path.
Left foot followed right foot over the stoney ground.
The spring in the step gone all that remained was wrath.
As he went on the trial his steps left no sound.