I sit there shivering, oblivious to all and sundryUnnoticed I stand sulking, be it rain, shine or windy
The luminaries clasp me and thrust their pelvis
Freddie, Jagger, Lennon, but mostly it’s Elvis
If they asked me I’d solve every goal lone dispute
Alas from my position I could never uproot
No argy, no bargy, not a whisker of a false claim
My decision would be final, get on with the game!
© Emdad Rahman
www.football-poems.com
You still have three chances to guess who I am
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