(Almost) Top Rivals
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Prolonged hostilities
Silverware non-entities
The Old Farm Derby a non-event
Except to the carrot crunchers who went
Recognised only for our bitter feud
Don’t communicate unless it’s rude
Tribal rivalry
Naked hatred
No imagination, low intelligence
Know nothing of ambition
Or nutrition
And that’s just us
Somewhere in East Angular
Somewhere near Mongolia
No-one knows precisely where
And they don’t care
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