The Omen
The near tragedy of a
plane crash.
Kewell should have been
In a Socceroo
shirt!
Pilot saves the day.
Hooray,
and he's over sixty at that!
Is this an omen?
Does the power lie
behind Soccer Australia in its
fight against the Leeds
darkness?
Will the Kool 'The
Kid" Kewell choose the 'good guys'?
Or will the forces of
darkness Leed Kewell astray?
Will he play for Australia?
He looks in the mirror.
A twinge occurs under his
jersey.
He squeezes the zit
and splatsplat
on the face in the mirror.
They call him "The
Piker"
The heart no longer beats
to the Kool surf
A cold sweat develops
The star is torn.
An easy win follows
With the Dark-side.
Is he superstitious?
Will he kick his toe?
Will he pass and see
sky-high?
Or will he loose his touch
And play from the heart.
Or will Soccer Australia
produce a better star for the Olympics?
The purgatory is over
He decides to play for the
Socceroos
He cleans the mirror with
his sleeve
As he crashes home a great
goal
For the Leeds team
Now he's A Maestro of
Football.
And Leeds gives way to a
loss
Kewell of no ticker
Splat on the mirror!
Where was he against
theCzechs
The piker again!
The urge takes him
To lick the mirror clean
He looks to see the
distorted face
Grow ever more uglier
Leeds’ fools take on the
Turks
They lose 2-0
Two die
Out of the Cup
The Omen reappears
Then crushed by Arsenal
3-zit
The irresistible urge takes
him
lick
The big slurp sees red
The saga continues
He’s piked again
No Paruguay
Splat, lick, lick
Kewell now tells the fans
I’ll play for the Olyroos
Walk in without a game
No players I know
But the heart again ticks
To the cool surf
Months out injured
Fit now for the new
campaign
Will he beat the drum
For the Socceroos?
The Confederations Cup begins
An important Socceroo
preparation
But the Ghoul sits and
watches
I am a weasel
As he squeezes pus
And he hears Mr Blackboard
“Hurry up, hurry up”
He looks into the eyes
A his new baby
Says he’s Kool
I’ll be here
Qualifier
Of no tear
Kewell has a bub
Turns up and plays
Better than the rest
But boohoo bub
OFC begins
Kewell arrives
But not to play
As usual
Plat goes the Ghoul