Football Poem: Becks to the Future

‘Father dear,’ said Romeo in
‘What team shall I play for,
Now I’m grown like you?
Should I play for Real Madrid
Or should it be Manyou?’

Why not play for Crewe?’
Mrs Becks walked in and
‘Why not play for who?’

‘Oh my gosh,’ said Becks to
‘I thought you were in Venice.’
‘I was, but now I’m back in
For a game of tennis.’

‘Mother dear,’ said Romeo,
‘Sit down with us here.
The three of us can now
My footballing career.

‘Now tell me, my dear parents,
If I play in attack
‘What number should be printed
On the Beckham back?’

‘Well my little angel,
If you want to play in Heaven
‘Where your father’s dreams were
Why not number seven?’

‘But mother dear,’ said Romeo,
‘When father off to Spain did flee
‘In Madrid, what Daddy did
was wear a twenty – three.’

Mrs Becks and Romeo
both looked round at Daddy.
It was Mrs B who spoke
and uttered to her hubby

‘David let us know, the number,
that you recommend for our dear
David Beckham cleared his throat
and croaked those words we’ve
grown to know:

‘Wear Four out there, Romeo.’


Written by Darryl Ashton 

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