referee

The referee’s a wanker, that’s what they say

Blowing his whistle, stopping the play

Notebook and pen, are always to hand

Calling it wrong, abuse from the stand

Another bad decision, offside by a mile

Irate supporters, spitting venom and bile

The bastard in black, is stupid and blind

A more useless twat, is harder to find

Brandishing his cards, yellow and red

Calling it wrong, what a knob-head!

Without the ref, there would be no game

But still he's a wanker, just the same

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