Last Game Before Christmas It Was!
¶ 1
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North London was silent
As rain tumbled down
Last game before Christmas it was
Midst a library of silence
A French school-teacher frowned,
Pondering what had been lost.
¶ 2
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A team in The North
Without kicking a ball
Put some distance tween them and the pack
Yule tide leaders of course
Doesn’t mean anything at all
If you don’t keep the winning on track.
¶ 3
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Will the placing’s remain
As they are at the moment
Where a blanket could cover all five?
Or are Chelsea in reverting back to a game
That sure ain’t pretty to watch, letting us know
Their titles shot’s very much alive?
¶ 4
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We’re unbeaten in ten
V The Gooners
So the French teachers very aware
The Emirates men
Needs victories sometime soon or
They’ll be left watching…..
The sight of the packs fast disappearing derriere!
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