Footie Jitters
I don't feel very good today,
Can you see it in my eyes?
I'm never off the toilet,
No! it wasn't all the pies.
I have probably caught a bug,
You know, the type that's going around.
I must have caught it at the football,
God! I'm hot, I must cool down.
The wife says I must have eaten something,
What the hell does she know?
All ate was a snack at the match.
No way would that cause 'rear end turbulent flow'.
The footie was crap, my team lost again.
I missed lots of the action, and most of the goals.
Ok! I confess I ate a few pies,
But only four 'jumbo' sausage rolls.
Back to the pies, I must have ate twelve,
or mabey just ten.
God! I feel a bit hungry,
I could eat them again.
No! it wasn't the pies and the large sausage rolls.
Or six packs of crisps, which I snacked in between.
I now know the cause of my sickly demise,
It was the worst game of 'footie' that I'd ever seen.
Copyright © George Mcdougall | Year Posted 2008
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