Poetry Tribute to Paul Smith

[Mrs Baylock]

(Ahem)
Oh Smithy,
They tell me you're iffy,
It turns out you're great,
Nice penalty save mate.

Thank you.
Mrs Baylock.

 

[South Bank Hank]

Oh Smiffy, Oh Smiffy, I'm really confused
I'm really perturbed by the hand that you used.

You dived to the right, the ball it went high
But you used your left and we want to know why

Oh Smiffy, Oh Smiffy, just where is your passion?
A clown of a keeper is far more in fashion

We want you to laugh and to smile and to joke
We don't want a keeper, we want a nice bloke

We want one like Belford, not one who's so boring
Who's only intent is on stopping teams scoring

We'll heckle and analyse all that you do
We'll rate you a 4, or a 3, or a 2

We'll forget all those clean sheets and saves that you made
We'll forget that you've prob'ly not even been paid

We'll judge you on standards you just cannot meet
We'll see how you kick it and question your feet

We'll watch you with interest in every match
We'll see how you punch it and say you can't catch

But you had the last laugh - that penalty save!
Now let's hope those haters can ****ing behave!

 

[Mrs Baylock]

Ah would bring a tear to me eye if i had any emotion left. If only Mr Paul Smith could read these I'm sure he be deeply touched.

 

[South Bank Hank]

Ah would bring a tear to me eye if i had any emotion left. If only Mr Paul Smith could read these I'm sure he be deeply touched.

I'm sure that he'll see them once you beat the drum
Cos I'm willing to bet that you're Paul Smithy's mum

 

[OldBlueLady]

Lovely stuff G, can't green you atm

 

[Mad Cyril]

Oh Smithy Smithy,
A diminutive rabbit,
Like Hello Miffy.

That's a haiku.