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February 2018

Who Kicked Cock Robin . Not I said the owl Gazing down sleepy eyed I’m not that kind of fowl And we’re on the same side . Not I said the bee Buzzing back to his hive Cock Robin kicked me And then took a dive. . Not I said the grub My excuse is […]

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December 2017

Dream Football Dream Football is the harder game The grass is devilishly long And growing Fish appear in the trainers bucket Your mother has set up a small shop On the halfway line You are obliged to play in your underpants. by Allan Ahlberg (1937 – ) . . . Saturday 2nd December 2017 JD […]

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November 2017

Our Teacher’s A Football Fanatic . Our teacher’s a football fanatic. It’s all that he has on his mind. He listens to games on his headphones, and frets when his team is behind. . He jumps up and down with they’re winning. He screams when they fumble a pass. We know we’re supposed to be […]

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October 2017 and The Western Hop

Net to net rolls the ball with the feet fast they scroll the kicks find the bar too small too hard to score a goal! . Sweats it out the forward saves it tough the one at back like a fort he must guard not allow a crack! . On the grass no guide or […]

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North Wales hop 2015

Lullaby for a Referee’s Baby . The pitch is cold and dark The night is dark and deep The players all have gone to bed So sleep, baby, sleep  . The whistle’s on the shelf The boots are in a heap The kit is in the laundry bag So sleep, baby, sleep  . The house […]

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Any Dream Will Do

  I closed my eyes Drew back the curtain to see for certain What I thought I knew Far Far away Someone was weeping But the world was sleeping Any Dream Will Do  . I wore my coat With golden lining Bright colors shining Wonderful and New And in the East The Dawn was breaking […]

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The Scottish FA Cup Final

My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk ‘Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thy happiness, That thou, light wingèd Dryad of the trees, […]

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A Senior Nottingham Event

Dream Football Dream football is the harder game The grass is devilishly long And growing Fish appear in the trainer’s bucket Your mother has set up a small shop On the halfway line You are obliged to play in your underpants by Allan Ahlberg (1938 – ) . . . Friday 24th April 2015 Precision […]

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The Vicar of Wakefield

They ran and shouted, ran and shot (At passing they were not so hot) Pulled a sock up, rolled a sleeve And scored more goals than you’d believe.   Slid and tackled, leapt and fell Dodged and dribbled, dived as well Headed, shouldered, elbowed, kneed And half-time in the bushes peed.   Yet there was […]

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Scotland The Brave

Alba an Aigh Hark! When the night is falling Hear, Hear! the pipes are calling, Loudly and proudly calling, down through the glen. There where the hills are sleeping, Now feel the blood a-leaping, High as the spirits of the old Highland men. Chorus (Towering in gallant fame, Scotland my mountain hame, High may your […]

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