With Apologies to Oliver Twist and everybody else. <br /> <br />Football, glorious football. <br />Don't care what it looks like -. <br />Burned! Underdone! Crude! <br />Don't care what those crooks like. <br />Just thinking of growing fat.- <br />Our senses go reeling. <br />One moment of knowing that <br />Full-up feeling from sitting on <br />the couch! <br />Football, glorious football! <br />What wouldn't we give for <br />That extra bit more, <br />that's all that we should live for. <br />Why should we be fated <br />to do nothing but brood <br />on football, <br />magical football, <br />wonderful football, <br />marvelous football, <br />fabulous football, <br />beautiful football, <br />glorious football!<br /><br />Fred Babbin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/football-7/
