They travel east
With Gaelic pride
Nowhere to run
Nowhere to hide
It’s said pride comes
Before a fall
They fell from high
Against Senegal
The next game a win
Or wonder why
A draw this time
With Uruguay
The final game
They have to win
Their cup defence
Must now begin
Will they play
Them off the park
They lose again
Against Denmark
So, France crash out
And exit early
Perhaps they’ll miss
The hurly burly
No broken hearts
They leave behind
Were glad they’re gone
To be unkind
So what’s the reason
France are out
We demand to know
The Frenchie’s shout
The answer is in
My firm belief
They should have eaten
British Beef
(Poem written after the early exit of Cup Holders France from 2002 World Cup, at a time when the French were refusing to accept Beef shipments from the UK)
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