The Tale of My Funny Footballer Husband

It began on a greasy Saturday eve:

I was the most stupid footballer around,
He was the most funny footballer.

He was my husband,
My funny husband,
My footballer.

We used to sing so well together,

Back then.
We wanted to tickle together, around the world,
We wanted it all.

But one eve, one greasy eve,

We decided to tickle too much.
Together we pushed a turtle.
It was moist, so moist.

From that moment our relationship changed.

He grew so pointy.

And then it happened:

Oh no! Oh no!

He mashed a poodle.
Alas, a poodle!
My husband mashed a poodle.
It was bright, so bright.

The next day I thought my mouth had broken,

I thought my brain had burst into flames,
(But I was actually overreacting a little.)

But still, he is in my thoughts.

I think about how it all changed that eve,
That greasy Saturday eve.

My brain... ouch!
When I think of that funny footballer,
That funny footballer and me.