The yawn saga involving Cashley Cole
Was he egged on by Cheryl Tweedy?
To the devil he sold his worthless soul
The lure of a third Bentley left him very needy
It remains to be seen if Cash jumps ship when Barca wag a finger?
In his quest for silver, will fans contemplate letting him off the hook?
Fat chance they’ll get as he’ll be off too quick with a swipe of his left stinger
Whilst strolling into the sunset with his glorious trophy minger
What folly! Just a self obsessed nonentity
And when Corporal Mourinho smacks his bottom, he’ll leave Chelski in the lurch
‘It’s all their fault’, he’ll whine, ‘I’m just a little nobody from the city’
Leaving once again, a reputation sullied, soiled, besmirched
Acquisitiveness and criticism of his colleagues was oh not so clever
A time will come when this piece of detail will damn him forever.
© Emdad Rahman – 17.09.06
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