We Didn’t Want Him Anyway

It’s fine, it’s cool, it’s all okay,
We never even saw him play,
He’s mercenary, or so I’m told,
He’s injury-prone, he’s fat, he’s old,
And well, besides, it’s fair to say,
We didn’t want him anyway.
He’s lost his pace, he’d never fit,
I’m really glad we’re out of it,
And now our rivals have closed in,
We’ll just stay quiet and smug and grin,
They’ve bought him and they’ll rue the day,
Cos we didn’t want him anyway.
He’ll start a game and then he’ll fade,
A would-be, could-be masquerade,
He’ll soon regret his move I’m sure,
Week-in, week-out, he’ll never score,
And we’ll be several points ahead,
Their title challenge will be dead.
He only went there for the pay,
And we didn’t want him anyway.

© Carol Ann Wood
August 2015

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