Rhymes From The Darkest Corner
My head must be the size of Piccadilly Circus
Or the route of a north circular bus
If only for the football rhymes that I attempt to write
Like the striker that wouldn’t play at night
Even though the floodlights were full on
He made the point of saying arivederci then gone
Every night game exactly the same reaction
Not playing on but hoping we all enjoy the action
All I can do is say is repeat what has been said
And Luigis mummy ‘sez’ that it’s time for bed