It was a glorious week in June
And I wore my best
ensemble
But after Day three at
Wimbledon
I hadn’t seen a single
Womble
Tuesday, 1 February 2022
IT WAS A GLORIOUS WEEK IN JUNE
GOLD SILVER OR BRONZE
Gold, Silver or Bronze
That is the obvious
question
What hue will his
urine be
When they test the
Russian
THE REF BOOKED HIM
The ref booked him for
Taking his shirt off
As it’s against the
rules
To take the refs shirt
off
COMMENTATING ON EQUESTRIAN # 2
At his first equestrian event
And he thought he was
seeing a mirage
All the horses looked
effeminate
But it turned out to
be the dressage
ANXIOUS CRICKET
I went to my doctor today with a rash
While suffering acute
anxiety, because
Of a plan my Cricket
team were hatching
I suspected they were
about to drop me
Because my nickname
was butterfingers
Its ok though as what
I've got isn’t catching
THE TRANSFER WINDOW IS OPEN
The transfer window is open
Which is very exciting for fans like me
Especially when I’ve just heard
Foghorn Leghorn has signed for KFC
I’M A REALLY KEEN CRICKET FAN AND
I’m a really keen cricket fan and
This summer I’ve watched it everyday
But now it’s over and I have discovered
That my wife left me back in May
COMMENTATING ON EQUESTRIAN # 1
At his first equestrian event
And he thought he was
seeing a mirage
The campest parade
ring he’d ever seen
Turned out to be the
dressage
CAR FOOTBALL IS A THING
Car Football is actually a thing
If not to everyone’s
desire
Nonetheless the car
was in
The dressing room,
changing attire
QUIET PLEASE
If you are a City fan
Keep silent if you can
As you stand at Old Trafford
As silence falls in accord
Please don’t speak out
Please don’t scream or shout
Acknowledge the silence
For those who lived once
Don’t think about the “Babes”
Cold and dead in the carnage
If hatred in your heart and head
Stops you honouring United’s dead
Give your silence as a gift
In remembrance of Frank Swift
MANCHESTER UNITED DARKEST HOUR
Broken in he twisted wreckage
The victims of Munich’s
winter carnage
Crashing in the snow
and ice
There would have to be
a fearful price
And when the bill was finally
reckoned
Death’s reaper grimly
beckoned
Towards the twenty-three
poor souls
That appeared on his
fearsome rolls
Young men cut down in
their prime
Older ones who thought
they’d more time
Were all taken from
that grisly place
To feel the breath of heaven
on their face
Taking the souls who
died in the snow
To where the innocents
and the heroes go
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