In 2006; I got the writing bug; after producing quite a collection of work I put it together in paperbacks and raised money for Charities/Organisations. Just enjoy a chuckle.
Proud young Lions get their voice; Russia 2018 All world eyes on Russia, reached the final stage Three Lions on their shirt, cubs will write the page Tunisia; first game in group, left it to the last Head of Kane gave us the win, broke demons of the past Panama; next team in line, it became a walk 6-1 win, fans came alive, belief and talk the talk Belgium came some pedigree, a test, step up in class 2-1 loss but still got through, second spot an easier pass Columbia; the last 16, took an early lead Game was like a Rugby match, yellow cards began to bleed Hanging on not long to go, they score, now extra time Penalty shootout our greatest fear, situation is sublime Through parted fingers supporters watch, find it hard to look Last one went in, broke bad luck, relief, rewrite the book One game from the semi, Sweden in the way Not a match, young cubs step up and show them how to play Free kick; going one nil up, Croatia go in shock Half time comes, hopes and dreams, now wishing down the clock Second half, but ever more close, Croatia come to score Need to close the right flank down, seemed like an open door Long ball in, extended foot, the touch that broke our hearts 90 minutes up, extra time, the longer journey starts This time no penalty shootout, no final at our feet At the final whistle, team they face defeat Did us proud, a future team, support them more and more Cubs become new Lion pride as they begin to roar Car Parks Cars are getting bigger,spaces very small Cramming all together, car parks become a brawl Sometimes when you get to your car, there's no way in the door In the bay next door to you, is parked a four by four Passenger door can just slide in, then you have a climb Over console and gear stick, this can take sometime Foot gets stuck or caught on knob, trousers take a tier All this grief because some folk, really they don't care But then there's a time other car users, you could really shoot So closely park beside you, your entry through the boot Car park designers stop making small bays; our need to open the door Us folk are sick, of your minimal space, Minis aren't mini no more
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