Bent on Revenge
¶ 1
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We last clashed ten long months ago,
On Liverpool’s own turf.
And on that day, the whole world knows,
We Toffees proved our worth.
¶ 2
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Two goals scored by the Boys in Blue,
While from the Reds not one.
So when the final whistle blew,
‘Twas clear to all – we’d won!
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A monkey shaken off our backs,
A hoodoo exorcised,
It’s such a shame the pubs were shut,
But we got drunk on pride.
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All that’s now ancient history,
We face a challenge new:
Another visit from the Reds,
Who mean to die or do.
¶ 5
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That lot aren’t used to losing,
It’s really not their style.
Their Trophy Room is full of pots,
Ahead of us by miles.
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That loss at Anfield must have hurt,
Their pride was truly dented.
No greater shame have any felt
Since football was invented.
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They want to get their own back,
Of that we’re well aware.
The Reds are hellbent on Revenge,
Beware! Beware! Beware!
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28/11/21
Denys E. W. Jones
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