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Spud's Poem by Ralph Arthur Lewis
Ralph's poetic view of Jeff's confrontation with an even smaller referee.
Sam V the Milky Bar Kid
The Small Angry Man was in fine form yesterday,
Arguing with everyone in his customary way.
But he met his match in a ref that showed no fear,
Another little man who was obviously not on the gear.
Whilst the forwards battered away to try and get a score,
Spud showed them the way to open up the door.
He copied the dambusters and bounced along the ground,
Only he could have done it because he is so round.
He was playing crap he was just like a minge,
Although with Joeys help he sailed away from Kev Ginge.
He even posed for photos from someone on the line,
Pity he didn’t concentrate on playing at the time.
The ref called it a spear tackle and spud went mad and wouldn’t mellow,
But old milky wasn’t afraid and showed the argumentative bastard a yellow.
So off he walked up the bank continuing his rants,
Next time I looked up he was in his dirty pants.
Standing there like some great big hairy ape,
Thinking he had done his job and made his escape.
But after mr x shot his bolt, he was needed on the field,
Still arguing his case the fu**er wouldn’t yield.
He caught the ball at full back and set off at a pace,
The temper he was in was written all over his face.
But after 20 yards he realised he was in trouble
Lucky I got back to save him before he burst his bubble.
At a pivotal point when the game could have swung either way,
Spud lay on the ground for all to have their say.
Their team noticed and I definitely had the hump,
But Moley cheered me up by calling him a speed bump!!
The Milky bar kid had the final say and put the day to bed,
By blowing up early, his ankle fuc*ed or so he said.
After we had a truce and agreed to our wounds to lick,
But as I left the club I heard the ominous tick, tick, tick.
The Small Angry Man was in fine form yesterday,
Arguing with everyone in his customary way.
But he met his match in a ref that showed no fear,
Another little man who was obviously not on the gear.
Whilst the forwards battered away to try and get a score,
Spud showed them the way to open up the door.
He copied the dambusters and bounced along the ground,
Only he could have done it because he is so round.
He was playing crap he was just like a minge,
Although with Joeys help he sailed away from Kev Ginge.
He even posed for photos from someone on the line,
Pity he didn’t concentrate on playing at the time.
The ref called it a spear tackle and spud went mad and wouldn’t mellow,
But old milky wasn’t afraid and showed the argumentative bastard a yellow.
So off he walked up the bank continuing his rants,
Next time I looked up he was in his dirty pants.
Standing there like some great big hairy ape,
Thinking he had done his job and made his escape.
But after mr x shot his bolt, he was needed on the field,
Still arguing his case the fu**er wouldn’t yield.
He caught the ball at full back and set off at a pace,
The temper he was in was written all over his face.
But after 20 yards he realised he was in trouble
Lucky I got back to save him before he burst his bubble.
At a pivotal point when the game could have swung either way,
Spud lay on the ground for all to have their say.
Their team noticed and I definitely had the hump,
But Moley cheered me up by calling him a speed bump!!
The Milky bar kid had the final say and put the day to bed,
By blowing up early, his ankle fuc*ed or so he said.
After we had a truce and agreed to our wounds to lick,
But as I left the club I heard the ominous tick, tick, tick.
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