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Demise Of The Dons

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Bless me Father
For I have sinned
All my hopes I pinned
On a team not able
To climb the table

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Forgive me mother
Lest I do smother
All the love I have for you
For a Crazy Gang in blue

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Console me wife, my lover
For you know I could never love another
Apart from the Wombles of course
But certainly, never ever, anyone Norse

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 Not for us this year strawberries and cream
On our lucky date we lost our dream
All Gone For a Burton
For this team from Merton

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 Remembering all those highlights
The names, the games, the fights
Vinnie, Bassett, Beasant, Kinnear, Wise
Sanchez and Gould, all despair at our demise

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 Goodbye Cruel Premiership
From your dizzy heights we slip
Will we ever bounce back, our place regain
Or ever return to our beloved Plough Lane?

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Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/demise-of-the-dons/