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Cool by us. Keep your limp-wristed, tea-sipping, dentally-challenged, fall-down-like-I've-been-shot-when-an-opponent-brushes-past-me soccer wanks and we'll keep our football teams.By the way, your poetry is about as bad as your British "cuisine."
Of course, in America, there's always the risk that you have actually been shot.
Cool by us. Keep your limp-wristed, tea-sipping, dentally-challenged, fall-down-like-I've-been-shot-when-an-opponent-brushes-past-me soccer wanks and we'll keep our football teams.
ReplyDeleteBy the way, your poetry is about as bad as your British "cuisine."
Of course, in America, there's always the risk that you have actually been shot.
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