Keith didn’t have a happy night
through connection drops and crying,
yet through it all he kept his cool
jogged on and kept on trying.
With through balls here and crosses there
his passes were quite inspiring.
Then The Egg would hatch a cunning plan
and scream, “I’m here, ARRIVING!”
Choppy liked to smash them hard,
he’d run ’till his hammies bled.
Though when the clock struck 10 past 10
It was always time for bed.
The Panda hails from Wales you know
he brings them all, each night
and when he assists, or scores or miss
they scream with all their might.
And then there’s Tubbalardo who,
went missing in January.
Some say he stands alone in ponds
Looking turkish and very hairy.
The gaffer runs through the middle,
and sometimes down the wing.
He’ll hold it up, then spray it ’round,
every Monday inside Your Ring.
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