Pretty

Pic courtesy of Maurice Frazer http://www.flickr.com/photos/mofrazer/

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Teams in red, it’s been said,
Can leave other teams for dead.
Their football’s often skilful and well-paced.
And its true teams in blue
Have a strength that pulls them through
And their shirts at least show honesty and taste.
Teams in brown come to town
And will cause a worried frown
By playing far much better than you’d think.
And teams in black won’t hold back
When supporting their attack,
But you’ve got to beat a team that plays in pink.

Teams in white are a sight
When they’re sweeping left and right.
Spreading lovely cross-field balls in haste.
Those who play in dull grey
May hold other teams at bay,
And very rarely find themselves disgraced.
Orange kits are the pits,
Make you think of orange splits,
And yellow often drives a man to drink,
And I amn’t homophobic
And those shirts may be aerobic,
But you’ve got to beat a team that plays in pink.

Ways of old, we are told,
Should be scraped out of the mould.
The future’s bright and waiting to be faced.
But I think gaudy pink,
While it might make some boys wink,
Should not be automatically embraced.
Modern ways are the craze,
But such luminous displays
Will only drive the new man to the brink.
Yes I’m blue that we drew
But it’s gnawing at me too
That we couldn’t beat a team that played in pink.