I am not the real Gary Ablett junior
Guilty, (your honour) it’s been six months since my last (and first) confession. But how many nights I’ve bled those words!
I am not the real Gary Ablett.
Yet I am reminded by your fury that I am still not who I claimed to be.
I heard the rumble in the dark.
Shielded my eyes from your lightning smite gate.
I trembled like a wet dog in a peeling corner.
And once more the cry came voiced in weathered shrieking.
No! I am not the real Gary Ablett.
And nor am I his son!
And yet you sent the son of a bitch whose name I stole and made my own.
To tear apart my humble team.
My humble dreams.
Of finals glory.
bit like those poems in Private Eye don’t you think? By the way go and watch Dodgeball you will die of yes.
I don’t mean only you watch Dodgeball Ablett character, I mean everyone.
I do like the sound of dying of yes. Very positive. Half a glass of milk poison and the like. Two tickets to dodgeball please.