Saturday, 5 March 2011

Poetry Corner 1

I am your latest signing,
You won't believe the fee.
My Agent's in the corner.
He looks after me.

I'll give you fourteen Matches,
And then my groin I'll strain.
I'll bugger off on holiday,
And not be seen again.

I am your latest signing,
You won't believe the fee.
My Agent's in the corner.
He looks after me.

I'll tell the press you hate me,
I'll carp and I'll complain.
I'll tell my lovely agent
It's Italy or Spain.

I am your latest signing,
You won't believe the fee.
My Agent's in the corner.
He looks after me.

I am your latest nightmare
You won't receive a fee,
And still you'll pay a million pounds
to see the back of me.

I am ANOTHER signing
You won't believe the fee.
My agent's in the corner.
He looks after me.
It's just a case of Deja Vu
You all know the score.
Get rid of one plonker,
then go and sign one more.

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