The Fight

A Sunday Afternoon.
Couldn't come too soon.
To the local field.
And our fate could be sealed.

Some guy from Dromore.
Said, "Yer ma's a Whore!"
He won a soft free kick.
It went between the sticks.

Then some guy was pushed.
By the number 2.
Some old man in the stands shouted;
"Referee, ye fool!"

He should've gone to SpecSavers.
The Linesman must've had favours.
No need to sort it out later.
The Footballers are bayters.

Number 11 sent off.
Didn't know why.
He didn't do anything.
Must've been the wrong guy.

Referee said, "C'mere Boy!"
He showed the red.
Other guys were pushed.
Some fell like Lead.

Off went number 7.
He was a guy possessed.
Abusing the crowd.
So started off all the rest.

Match Abandoned.
Both teams did the huddle.
Referee was useless.
He was in a muddle.

So finished another brawl.
Another Tyrone Free for all.
Reported to the GAC.
On the news for all to see.