Bent on Revenge

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 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 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 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!

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 A monkey shaken off our backs,
A hoodoo exorcised,
It’s such a shame the pubs were shut,
But we got drunk on pride.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 All that’s now ancient history,
We face a challenge new:
Another visit from the Reds,
Who mean to die or do.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 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.

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 That loss at Anfield must have hurt,
Their pride was truly dented.
No greater shame have any felt
Since football was invented.

7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 They want to get their own back,
Of that we’re well aware.
The Reds are hellbent on Revenge,
Beware! Beware! Beware!

8 Leave a comment on verse 8 0 28/11/21
Denys E. W. Jones



Everton v Liverpool Wednesday 1st December 2021. (This is an updating of a poem entitled Thirsting for Revenge, which I wrote in 2007.)

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/bent-on-revenge/