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My Dad

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My Dad loved football... NOT!

My father once played football.

He played for a local side.

He wasn’t very good at it,

But it kept him occupied.

He played right up there, at the front,

Striker, I think he said.

He soon scored his first great goal,

Right in off his head!

Sadly it was an own goal,

The Captain he was mad

He sent him back to play midfield

Which wasn’t all that bad.

But my dad couldn’t see too well

And his hearing wasn’t good.

When they kicked the ball right to him

He stood there just like wood.

So finally the Captain said,

“I’ve just the place for you..

I think you should be left back,

In the changing room!”

Which suited my Dad!!

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