The Domestic Game

The beautiful game Is one of different hues It can redden your face And cause marital blues Especially when you add An excess of cheap booze When victory is achieved Sex often ensues But it’s a different story If he watches them lose He’ll wear a football shirt And she’ll wear a bruise The bigger the match The shorter his fuse As he rants and raves She shakes in her shoes At the final whistle Full of anger and booze He wears red and white She wears black and blue