A Tale

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 On a CRYSTAL clear SHEFFIELD WEDNESDAY morning
The sun was FULHAM the AYR with splendour
As he heard the WOLVES give a HULL of a roar

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 He was LUTON for the QUEEN OF THE SOUTH
As he reached the PALACE he PRESTON the doorbell
Her daughter CHELSEA answered with a WIGAN her head
I wanna BURY the hatchet and BRIGHTON her day”

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 “She’s out back READING by the HARTLEPOOL”
As she LEEDS him through to the SOUTHEND of the VILLA
They STOKE the fire BURNLEY bright
Their meeting sends their HEARTS a STIRLING

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 “Oh ALEXANDRA, YEOVIL have to come with me,
I’ve bought a NEWCASTLE in far EAST FIFE”

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 “It’s a bit LEYTON the day to go to the ORIENT,
and besides I think I’m GRETNA headache”

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 With that she had incurred his RAITH
As he left he met the QUEEN’S PARK RANGERS
“ALBION my way, my heart is BRECHIN,
the Queen’s lived here FORFAR too long”

7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 He now was one of the lonely WANDERERS
If he could only go back to the OLDHAM days
He’d be LINCOLN up with his old CREWE.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/a-tale/