They called it the dash
Way back in the day
A short word for a
short race
Dash was the right
word to say
Now they call it the
sprint
Like it’s something
elite
It’s still just a
short race
That’s been hijacked
by the Effete
They called it the dash
Way back in the day
A short word for a
short race
Dash was the right
word to say
Now they call it the
sprint
Like it’s something
elite
It’s still just a
short race
That’s been hijacked
by the Effete
Upon the chessboard
The pieces move
And change their
futures
Their course and
direction
And I want that
I want to make a move
In a different
direction
Toward a different
future
I will set a new
course
And face what presents
itself
There is nothing I
can’t do
The FIFA barons
Just keep getting
fatter
The fattest of all are
Warner and Blatter
And despite
revelations
And newspaper chatter
The president contends
It’s an internal
matter
There was a craze not long ago
A kind of country
pursuit
A sport known as cow
tipping
Perpetrated by callow
youth
Now due to the
recession
There is a new craze
to report
A rural epidemic, fly
tipping
It’s popular but not
much of a sport
If you are thinking of taking up a sport
Then here’s a thought
If you are going to try cross-country skiing
This is what I’m
thinking
Make sure you are well
equipped to ski
And start with a small
country
I was beaten up by a hula hoop
A round, bad-tempered
fink
It was a totally unprovoked attack
It was a “vicious circle” I think
Laughing is good for you
The effect is known
worldwide
Laughing is good for
you
The benefits cannot be
denied
Laughing is like
exercise
It's like you’re
jogging on the inside
Bimbette entered a swimming competition
In the breaststroke
much to her alarm
She came last and
claimed she was cheated
As the other swimmers
used their arms
I live in a small windmill
I’ve never lived in
one before
It’s in a little
seaside town
On the promenade by
the shore
It’s nice, apart from
the golf balls
That keep coming thru
the door
Bimbette always wanted to go water skiing
And desperately wanted
to fulfil her hope
But despite a lengthy
and extensive search
Back in 66
When I was just a boy
I was full of pride
Watching Nobby’s jig
of joy
And when Bobby Moore
Was raised shoulder
high
Holding the World Cup
It made every Scotsman
cry
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