Maradona blew his nose,
the victory made him cry.
When he shook out his handkerchief,
the whole damn team got high.
'What you mean, I sniffing coke,
I never would do that.?
The powder is for rubbing on
my ass, which is too fat.'
Poor Messi caught a lot of dust,
just as he took a breath.
He caught the ball boy, bending down
and shagged him half to death.
The Ref. said, 'hey, you can't do that,
you'll leave the poor boy scarred.'
but Messi waved his dick at him
and got a straight red card.
Roy Keane popped into the room;
he'd made a special trip.
Diego kissed and slipped Roy tongue,
Keano gave him a clip.
Diego's nose is out of joint,
which just adds to the farce;
he can no longer sniff his coke,
so rams it up his arse.

Comments
jacques07 | July 3, 2010 - 11:01
Nice poem threeleaf.
They might still win it though...
MistakenMagic | July 4, 2010 - 15:25
'The Ref. said, 'hey, you can't do that,
you'll leave the poor boy scarred.'
but Messi waved his dick at him
and got a straight red card.'
- I was laughing out loud at this stanza Chris! One of the most un-PC poems I've ever read but sod 'em this is hilarious ;)
Magic xxx