Hello spoon my old friend.
RRRRR mate you got me going .... had to do a follow up... how's this as a first effort in about five minutes...
Hello spoon my old friend
I’ve come to hold you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds as I was sleeping
And the vision
That was planted in my brain
Still remains
We hold the spoon
In restless dreams I walk alone
Down Wellington Streets of cobble stone
Neath the hallo of a street lamp
I turn my Nix shirt to the cold and damp
As my eyes were stabbed by a neon light.
In the naked light I saw
The Nix concede 100 goals maybe more
Nix players kicking without hitting the ball
Nix players tackling without getting the ball
Fools crappy play like a cancer grows
Hear my words that I might reach you
The words on skill are in Auckland now
And echoed in holding the spoon.