New Dawn
¶ 1
Leave a comment on verse 1 0
We’re absolutely over the moon here in West London
As the new season gets ready to roll
T’aint the millions splashed on returning prodigal son
Or the epiphany of our geezer in goal.
¶ 2
Leave a comment on verse 2 0
Nah, it’s waking up to a breath-taking Saturday
Bathed in bright sunshine, hint o’ a breeze in the trees
and a round robin text from a pal o’ mine to say,
“Heard about The Arse? Stung on the bottle by The Bees”.
Comments
0 Comments on the whole Poem
Create an account to leave a comment on the whole Poem
0 Comments on verse 1
Create an account to leave a comment on verse 1
0 Comments on verse 2
Create an account to leave a comment on verse 2