Thursday, November 8, 2007

Two big lumps of Cotton Wool

He looked like John the Baptist, for
His hair was long and shaggy.
Clad in black, he held us back,
His face pockmarked and craggy.
Wasting time perpetually, the game drew to a close,
With two big wads of cotton wool protruding from his nose.

He threw himself around the place
And blocked each opportunity.
With knees and snout, he kept us out
With regular impunity.
No wonder things turned ugly, and some players came to blows
With two big wads of cotton wool protruding from his nose.

The crowd all let him have it
With a feeling of frustration.
He’d clutch his head and fall down dead
To break our concentration,
An enemy of the nation now, in song and rhyme and prose,
With two big wads of cotton wool protruding from his nose.

There were no thousand welcomes
For this dark Israeli giant,
Who stood so tall and broke us all,
Impulsive and defiant,
This languid Jewish reprobate the Lord in heaven chose,
With two big wads of cotton wool protruding from his nose.

Though when they go to Switzerland,
We hope he’ll do the same.
With hand or foot, we hope he’ll put
Herr Yakin off his game.
Constant swings and roundabouts, yes,
That’s the way it goes,
With two big wads of cotton wool protruding from your nose.
.
Ireland 2 Israel 2

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