Gary Lineker
Poured vinegar into each ear
And sang, in a high-pitched squeal,
I’m a crisp, a crisp,
A big, fat, tasty crisp.
As soon as the director yelled, Cut!,
Gary sprinted to his trailer
And over-head kicked some prawn cocktail
Across the room into his son’s gob.
© Carl Burkitt 2019
