A Midsummer Night’s Dream

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Over hill, over dale,
Through bush, through briar,
Over park, over pale,
Through flood, through fire,
Through Europe, through Asia,
Through the battered defence of Croatia,
Rooney wanders everywhere.


At first mynne quill did write “To be a barren supporter all your life, Chanting faint hymns to the cold fruitless moon” but, hey nonny yes, what a playye it turned out to be.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/a-midsummer-nights-dream-2/