Perennial Failures Poem by DM W

O they're so vile of tongue & slow of wit.
They're lacking in class and are heavy of foot.
These jerks are overpaid & proud of it.
What a preening posse of bovine mutts:
Replete with image rights & private jets!
For their laddish foibles they've no regrets.
What with plastic W.A.Gs to stroke their egos,
Their crude, self delusions just grow and grow.
They will blame the ball, the pitch and the ref
Or the fact that they're under constant stress.
They may point proudly at the 'Three Lions'
While showing off their wounds, lumps & bruises
But to me the current England squad are
A sad bunch of perennial losers.