20/90 Vision

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Is this how we planned it
Back in August
Win or bust
We’re bust but not broken
Less is more
That’s our score
Everyone likes us but we don’t care
No consolation
In relegation
But no-one goes away empty handed
Last roll of the dice
We’ll win the trophy for being nice



Twenty points out of a possible ninety so far.
Twenty four points left to play for. After you, Claude.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/2090-vision/