In an alternate take on our 250 word match report, Jack Peat channels his inner Brian Bilston for Rovers comeback draw at AFC Wimbledon.
Tommy Rowe
I would rather eat,
My whole toe,
Than see the departure,
Of our Tommy Rowe
I’d sooner munch,
Yellow snow,
Than be without our skipper,
Tommy Malcolm Rowe.
I’d turn away,
A girl who’s quite bonny,
Then have to watch a game,
That didn’t feature Tommy.
I’d sit in a ditch,
And ignore an itch,
If it prevented not seeing him,
On the pitch.
Even if,
I were blind,
I still reckon he could,
Tickle my mind.
Hard to remember,
A season more crummy,
At least we endured it,
Alongside our Tommy.
by Jack Peat