I wrote a poem on the occasion of England's 0-0 draw against Algeria in the World Cup, which, I believe, sums up the nation's angst at the paucity of the performance of our national side. I have called it:Lines on the occasion of England's 0-0 draw against Algeria in the World Cup, which, I believe, sums up the nation's angst at the paucity of the performance of our national side
In a hedge:Have at that, Mrs So-called Poet Laureate.
An England wig,
A spatter of vomit
Neither are mine.
The useless,
Overpaid,
Under-achieving
Twats.
8 comments:
am i fust
Pure Poetry.
Wif sick inna hedge.
And woe.
You had to bring it up, didn't you?
Concise. And accurate.
You truly speak for the whole nation Mr SD
I think your words were still too kind :p
Full points for the surprise title.
Ah! You're rambling about "the beautiful game" aren't you? You don't fool me.
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