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A Poem About Panini Stickers

I dreamt of
Bikini knickers
Stuffed with
Panini stickers.

There were
Millions
Of
Brazilians.

 

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Grilled Panini

After a bottle of gin
And a bottle of rum
You put my World Cup 78 album
Under the grill
And did it ill
Before passarelling out
On the carpet.

Both the Argentine squad section
And you
Were beyond redemption.
(You: non compos mentis.
Me: sine Mario Kempes)

Never mix liquors
And football stickers.

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