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Sunny sonnet

Will Shakesbeer

Thursday, March 15th, 2007

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Compare me not, to season nor time
Struggle on, with my thoughtless rhyme
For I shall lead you, up the garden path
All for the want, of a cheap ol’ laugh
But along the way, I hope to excite
To show what’s wrong, and conversely write
Lo – defending like Arsenal used to, is way too boring
All arms aloft, with the rest of us snoring
How we much prefer, the current va-va-voom
How we love the way, Wenger will groom
So much style and yet so much passion
Earns grudging respect, after a fashion
And so to celebrate, their current form
The great unwashed, revert to norm
Please enjoin, large ‘n all
“Won nil, to the Arsenal, … “

© Will Shakesbeer, March 15th 2007

Notes

Ok, ok, so they won last night, but this is in reference to the fact that they are out of the title race, out of the FA cup and now out of Europe

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/sunny-sonnet/