Pitch Invasion

[Keith]

The herd had reached the playing field,
footballers agreed they’d have to yield,
seven cowpats baked in the heat,
a crust conceals the plop beneath.

Three boys stood staring at shite,
“See them horse fly’s that’s them that bite”
sneaky trouble lifts one boy up,
drops him flat in the middle o'th muck.

During story another ring appears,
moving away from the child in tears,
the teacher asks "who made that smell"
genuine concern, they could be ill.

Saves the boy from his desert island disc,
rubbers gloves used, to minimise risk.
This may sound silly and rather trite,
but Dave's been called Pat nearly all his life.