INTERIM POEM
I was going to write a poem
About the situation at Spurs
About all the incompetence
That routinely occurs
I was going to make it witty
With pithy observations
And it was going to go viral
Appealing to all generations
And it was also going to be written
In perfect rhyming meter
And when people read it
They’d think there’s nothing sweeter
But even though I’m a poet
And that is my profession
I found myself feeling lazy
And struggling for expression
So I came up with this rubbish
That’s really second rate
Something better may come along soon
But til then, you’ll have to wait
[Spurs sacked their manager, hired an interim manager, and then sacked the interim manager. Maybe they'll appoint me as their interim poet-in-residence]
