The Zoos Shave All the Animals

How cool is this,
That I decide to blog,
In poem form,
There was dead hedgehog,

Just on my road,
On the way to a game,
It was a nasty sight,
It's got itself to blame.

And what about,
Me waking up at 9,
Cos Nig had rang me,
To check I was fine,

To play footy,
Cos the team was short,
But I ignored my mobile
Cos I wasn't sure,

What my feet were like,
It had been so long,
Since I'd ran around,
For 90 minutes long,

So after I blanked,
My mobile phone,
The skankity skank
He rang my home!!

So I couldn't say no,
He was desperate for me,
So he said '20 minutes',
I replied 'We'll see'.

And sure enough,
40 minutes had past,
And up drove Nig,
With who else but Gaz?

So we drove and drove,
And we even got lost,
We were following Martin,
It seems to our cost.

But we got to the game,
And we played with no win.
But hey we had fun,
And that's a good feeling.

So after the match,
I just bummed and chilled.
With prayers that Arsenal,
Would get utterly killed,

By Tottenham,
In the fight for 4th place,
Cos I'm a MU fan,
Out of the title race.

But if Arsenal,
Don't finish in 4th,
No champs league for them,
Haha. Not half.

And I've been cussed by Aiken's
So I prayed again,
That Liverpool would lose,
And Chelsea would win.

Yet my prayers they seemed,
To fall on deaf ears,
As Chelsea lost,
Liverpool fans cheered.

But afterwards,
I looked at my notes,
Genetics this week,
But it seems like a joke,

All of the stuff,
That we have to learn.
I need a blow torch,
So that I can burn,

All this info,
Right into my brain,
So I can pass,
This solid exam.

But that's it for me,
It's twenty three: two three,
So I bid thee goodnight,
Best wishes, from me.

Thank you for reading :)