Half Way There: A Rap Verse about a Troubled Footballer

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.