Float like a Butterfly
Sting like a Bee
Float like Buffalo,
Get punched in the
face
Float like a Butterfly
Sting like a Bee
Float like Buffalo,
Get punched in the
face
Are you wearing a tired expression?
There is also a hint
of depression
I recognize that look
on a man
You’re a Manchester
United fan
Anyone who actually believes
That cheats never
prosper
Have never seen
defenders
Preparing to defend a
corner
Are you wearing beer goggles?
That’s a definite I reckon
Because I look like Iain Dowie
But you see David Beckham
After being caught using an
Abhorrent substance in plain view
The shamed sportsman has promised
Never again to touch tofu
After being caught, with no excuse
For abhorrent
substance abuse
The shamed sportsman
has sworn
Never again to touch
Quorn
If you were to train Quasimodo
For an American
footballer game
The result of training
would be
The Halfback of Notre
Dame
They’re putting on activities
For those whose lives
need enhancing
Well I’m hard of
hearing
And of the activities
they are advancing
Budgie jumping, parrot
shooting
And hen gliding
Might be worth chancing
But no way am I going
to have a go
Players perform elaborate routines
When goals are scored
by my team
They must practise
them for days
But I would prefer in
many ways
That the celebration
performers
Would practise
defending corners
Celebrate the victory
With your piers
Drown the woes of foes
In English beer
Sing loud the songs of
triumph
Whisper low of near
disasters
Be magnanimous in
victory
Be humble in defeat
Be proud, be loud
Be English
Upon the chessboard
The pieces move
And change their futures
Their course and direction
And I want that
I want to make a move
In a different direction
Toward a different future
I will set a new course
And face what presents itself
There is nothing I can’t do
The walking wounded
And the living dead
The quibbling siblings
Daisy, Maisie and Fred
Every Tennis menace
And Rugger bugger
Every football hooligan
Every thief and mugger
Well, they’re all at
it, everyone
Every daughter and son
Him and her and me and
you
Doing what birds and
bees do
She was without her knickers at Twickers
There was a little
thatch at Brans Hatch
There was a blushing
fellow at Flushing Meadow
When she was legs
akimbo in the limo
Aladdin rubbed his lamp
And a Genie did appear
You can have one wish
But only one he made
clear
“I want to live
forever”
Aladdin told the
genie.
“I’m sorry” Came the reply
“You can’t wish for
immortality”
“Living forever
Is against the
regulations
You must think again
And revise your
expectation”
“Do you have your
wish?”
Aladdin answered “Yup”
“I want to live to see
They called it the dash
Way back in the day
A short word for a
short race
Dash was the right
word to say
Now they call it the
sprint
Like its something
elite
It’s still just a
short race
That’s been hijacked
by the Effete
The difference between a tea bag
And Woking Football Club
Is a simple one to discover
A tea bag stays longer in the cup
It was a glorious week in June
And I wore my best ensemble
But after Day three at Wimbledon
I hadn’t seen a single Womble
When I first got into athletics
A hurdle scared me a bit
But with dogged perseverance
I managed to get over it
My dog ate all the Scrabble tiles
When
they were spilt on the mat
And
for days he kept leaving
Little
messages around the flat
Our star sprinter is not a looker
But
that doesn’t bother us
We
still cheer him to the rafters
But
we do call him Fastidious