If
you're doing NaBloPoMo, come on say yeah
I'm
not Bon Jovi but we're half way there
When
taking on the challenge, one of my fears
Was
not planning forward and and running out of ideas
It
hasn't happened; there's a few in reserve,
But
I won't divulge, gonna keep them preserved
But
while we're on it, dunno if you missed it,
Trevor Sinclair is still being a dipstick
While
he's embroiled in this drink drive palava
He's
probably forgotten that time in Baa Bar
At
the height of his career back in two thousand and three
Where
he pretty much literally bumped into me
Tripped
over my foot, and thought it was my fault
Thought
that I'd pranked him just to be spiteful
He
leaned over me and gave me a slap
Obviously
thought that I was aiming for a scrap
But
why would I bother? He was twice my size!
It
wasn't long before the doormen took him outside.
I
went to the papers, who talked to the bar,
but
'cause they wouldn't comment the story didn't go far.
I
see he's forty four, from the site in front of me,
And
that right now, he's still held in custody.
We
don't know whether he'll be sentenced or not,
But
you know what they say about leopards and their spots.
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